Finding the Way (A sweet romance) by Emma Rider

Finding the Way
     
    By Emma Rider
     
    Smashwords Edition
     
    Copyright © 2014 by Emma Rider
     
    Cover art by Emma Rider
     
    Edited by QuickQuill Editing
     
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Books by Emma Rider
The Tied Series
    Tied to the Boss
    Set to be Tied
    Wickedly Tied
    Tied in Knots
    Tied to Him
    Tied Down
    Tied Together (Tied Series Collection – Bundle)
Other books

    In His Custody
     
    Finding the Way
     
     
    To my husband
     
     
     
Finding the Way
     
By Emma Rider
     
     
     
    Beth Randall woke up with ricocheting images
blasting through her head. She lay there trying to make sense of
the dreams, but they faded away before she could decipher any of
them. In their place, pain seized her, taking over completely.
    She cupped her head to try to alleviate the
pain. She cracked her eyelids open and the pain intensified. Her
vision was attacked by bright light. Squinting, she didn't register
the moans escaping her, but a plump woman entering the room did.
She tsked as she straightened Beth's blankets. The blue scrubs
identified her as one of the nurses.
    The nurse beamed a kind smile Beth's way,
but Beth could only clutch her head. She wished she had blinders
over her eyes so she could shutter her out. This woman was too
bright.
    Noting her patient's smoking eyes, the nurse
hurried to the window and shut the curtains, casting the room into
semi-darkness—a more habitual atmosphere for Beth. She sighed in
relief as the pain dampened slightly.
    "Someone left the curtains open. Poor
thing." The nurse efficiently wrote her name on the white board.
"My name is Joy. How are we feeling today, Beth?"
    Only one thought came to mind. "How did I
get here?"
The nurse grabbed a chart from the end of the bed. Her pen poised
at the ready. "What do you remember?"
    Beth thought back through her life. All of
her past was there. Her childhood. Her father teaching her how to
ride a bike. Going on her first date to the movies. Burying her
mother then her father. Tossing her cap in celebration of six long
years of college. Then nothing. "I remember large events, details
from growing up. I can count, do math if you want me to."
    "Very good. How about how you got here?"
    Pain gripped Beth again as she hunted for
answers. One memory stuck its head out of a corner and she snatched
it before it could escape. "I was driving to pick up someone. I
don't know who."
    "Good enough. Better than yesterday. You
were in a car accident. The person who hit you was texting and
driving."
    "Are they okay?"
    "The driver is fine, just a little shook up.
Your vehicle suffered the most damage. Impact to the driver's side,
so I've been told."
    Beth shook her head, unable to remember the
hit, noting she didn't have an IV on her arm, but saw evidence that
one had recently