Of all the bars in all the towns in all the world, the stranger walks into Brody Tyler’s. With no memory and a name he chose from a newspaper, Nash is a gamble—one Brody is willing to take. It isn’t long before Brody and Nash fall in love, but then a tragic accident shatters their cozy world, resetting Nash’s memory once again.
The “new” Nash Walker is a businessman with a bottom line, and he doesn’t care what or who gets stomped on. Waking up in a hospital bed after a hit-and-run with no idea where he’s been for the past six months is bad enough, but someone trying to kill him is even worse. Enter Brody Tyler, accidental bodyguard.
Brody’s determined to help Nash remember and bring back the man he loves. Nash thinks Brody’s a drop-dead gorgeous pain in the ass. If only he could remember….
His eyes opened at the sound of the woman’s voice and he smiled tentatively. “Momma?” He tried to lift his arm and bit down on his lip to cover the gasp the movement elicited, his gaze never leaving his mother as she crossed the room and sank onto one of the plastic chairs by his bed. Nash curled his fingers around hers where they gripped him tightly, reveling in the familiar scent of Chanel as she leaned over him and pressed her cheek to his forehead. “It’s okay, Momma. I’m okay,” he murmured, catching his little sister’s eye and giving a brief inclination of his head. “Hey, Squirt, there’s room up here for two, you know.” Smiling, he tried not to wince when she climbed on the bed and settled herself against his side, burying her face in his neck, her long, blonde hair brushing his skin.
Olivia Walker stroked the back of Nash’s hand gently. “We’ve been so worried.”
“Hey there, Nash. It’s good to see you,” Ben said as he walked toward him and held out his hand.
“Hey, Ben,” Nash replied, shaking his brother’s hand.
“Nash, where have you been? You’ve no idea what it’s been like,” his mother said on a half-sob, “not knowing where you were.”
“I’m sorry, Momma. I don’t know how I had no I.D. It must have got lost when the car hit me. These last six days must have been awful for you all,” Nash said, patting her hand softly.
“Six days?” Olivia’s tone was incredulous. “Six days? Nash, you’ve been missing for six months.”
“Six months?” Nash shook his head. “What are you talking about? I had a meeting with Brian on Thursday and then headed home. The nurse said I was out of it for six days.” He frowned at his mother, noting the dark circles beneath her eyes. Had the stress of his disappearance been too much for her? She’d been quite delicate after that bout of pneumonia knocked her off her ass last year.
Ben sat down on the end of the bed and rested his hand on Nash’s foot. “Nash, that meeting with Brian was six months ago. We haven’t seen or heard from you since. Where have you been?”
“What the hell are you talking about? I think I’d know if I’d been missing for six months!” He smoothed his fingers through Harper’s hair, using his sister to ground himself. His head was spinning and his heart was pounding so hard he could barely hear himself think past the rushing of blood in his ears. “The last thing I remember was the meeting. I said good-bye to Brian and walked back to the car. Then….” He glanced at his mother, his gaze widening. “Nothing—until I woke up here this morning.”
“You’re kidding,” Ben said, his eyebrows disappearing beneath his bangs. “You remember nothing about the six months you’ve been missing? Not where you were, who you were with… nothing?”
Nash’s gaze quickly clouded with annoyance. “Am I speaking a foreign language? I don’t remember anything.”