“Let’s not. Let’s go get in the pool,” I countered.
Drew started to protest, but didn’t. He pulled me up and kissed me before turning to grab his shorts. I pulled them out of his hand.
“Not with clothes,” I warned with a smile. I opened the door and walked out, down the long hall toward the pool.
“Morgan!” he called after my naked behind in a loud whisper. “Marta is here.”
I didn’t answer and only gave him a sexy smile as I flipped my hair.
I walked down the pool steps and had to laugh at Drew covering himself and speedily walking after me.
As soon as he was in the water, I had my arms and legs wrapped around him. He held me tight to him and walked us out to about four feet. I let go of my hold around his neck and laid back, dipping my hair in the water. He ran the palm of his hand down my chest and brushed my nipple with his thumb.
I pulled myself back up to him, and we kissed.
“I love you, Morgan,” Drew whispered to my lips.
“I hope so, we’ve been married for eight years,” I teased. He wasn’t laughing.
“I mean it, Morgan. I love you more than I ever thought possible, and no matter what happens, I am telling you now, how sorry I am while you love me too.”
“Don’t, Drew.” I begged. I wanted him to stop. I didn’t want to know anymore. I didn’t care about what I didn’t remember. I hoped that I never remembered.
Drew had to go out of town the next morning, but surprised me Friday afternoon by showing up at the Scorpions baseball game with me. I loved watching him walk toward me knowing that he was mine. Our eyes locked with the same smile. He missed me when he was gone. I could tell.
We ate ribs again at the little sports bar because he said that he was in love with them. We only drank one beer because we had no Marta at the house to drive one of the cars home.
He flew me to Ubud, Indonesia for our eighth honeymoon and my birthday. It was already passed both, but he decided that we needed to celebrate. I was game. I had to make an appointment with Dr. Tharp before he would tell me anything. I would have never thought Indonesia could have been so exotic. It was, and we had a blast. The food too was exotic, and I loved trying all of the different cuisines. I had things that Drew had to pronounce and order for me. He loved it and laughed when I would try to say the names as well.
He gave me a beautiful necklace for my birthday and a brand new wedding set that I was sure cost more than I cared to know. He took the set back that I had been wearing. I almost ruined his moment when I stared blankly at him sliding the rings off of my finger. It was déjà vu.
This happened before. Drew sensed it too.
“Morgan,” he softly spoke, pulling my eyes from my fingers to his eyes.
“What’s wrong with the rings that I have been wearing?” I asked, trying to recover.
“They were put there for the wrong reason. I think you know that. This set is truly from my heart, and I hope you will always wear them.”
I smiled as he slipped them on my wedding finger.
“I will try my best,” I said, and he knew what I meant by that. “I love you,” I said kissing him.
“Read the back of the necklace,” Drew said.
“Please give me twenty more,” I read, and I hoped that I could.
We spent seven days in Ubud. We had amazing food, watched some shows, joined in a street dance, and made love several times a day, including the plane ride home. It’s a good thing we had a private jet, I was sure we would have been thrown to our deaths.
Other than hating Derik, my life was perfect, and I was working on that. I had finally gotten the number for Mr. Callaway one afternoon when Drew left me in his office while he got us something to drink. I had the yellow post-it in my pocket, and when Drew left the next day I went to town with Marta. We walked around a pawn store for a little bit and then had lunch at my favorite café. That was where I was going to make the call to Mr. Callaway so that I didn’t have to use my cellphone.
Marta and I were standing at the counter laughing with Timmy and Jewels when I heard my name.
“Riley?” I heard, and instantly turned my head.
Everything came crashing back to me like a tsunami. I stood frozen while my whole life flooded my brain, my home in West Virginia, my parents, my little lost brother, Drew…Oh God Drew. I thought I was going to throw up right there. My entire retched life was being played out right before my eyes. My head hurt. It hurt horrible. Was it the flood of memories? Why did I have such an excruciating headache all of a sudden?
“Dawson,” I managed to say.
“Morgan, I think you need to sit down,” Marta said, concerned with my ghostly white complexion.
“Riley, please talk to me,” Dawson begged.