Stolen Memories: A Novella (10 page)

My father’s eyes were cold and empty as they met mine. He pulled me closer and dark spots danced in my vision as he pulled me along. I sucked in a breath to scream, but he feeling of a sharp point in my side stopped me. The gun he had poked into my side was concealed beneath his suit jacket.

“Don’t even think about it.”

I swung my head around wildly to see if anyone would notice me and help, but the sidewalk around the restaurant was empty. No one was going to come to my rescue unless Hunter came out. With this new development I wasn’t sure I wanted him to. Jack wouldn’t hesitate to shoot him.

“He’s not coming. My little distraction will keep him busy long enough for me to get you out of here.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“You think I’m kidding, Megan?” Something told me he was past logical reasoning right now. He didn’t have much to lose unless he couldn’t get me where he needed. My brain rushed to try to find a way out, but he continued pushing me forward.

“Why are you doing this? We thought you left the country.”

“I don’t have the resources to go anywhere. Your husband fucked that up for me. Bastard works fast,” he mumbled.

I needed to keep him talking. Every time he spoke his pace slowed.

“Jack, I’ve never been the good daughter. Why did you base a merger deal on me marrying me off?”

“The men I worked with needed green cards. You never would have known the difference.” My eyes widened and I took a step to the side without realizing it. What kind of business was he actually doing? His fingers tightened around my arm causing me to cry out. “Don’t do that, Megan. I really don’t want to hurt you, no matter what you think, but I will if I have to.”

The fear made me fight back. I tugged my arm away and kicked out at him. When I started to scream, his hand clamped down over my mouth and I gagged. My fingernails dug into his hands to pull them away, but he was stronger. He shoved me away from him as someone called out from behind us. My head hit the brick of the building beside us and dots filled my vision.

The last thing I saw was my father getting punched in the face and going down like a sack of potatoes. Hunter rushed over to me where I was against the wall. There were footsteps all around us and the last thing I remembered was his strong arms lifting me from the ground.

Thank God. Hunter had saved me again.

The cool blues and greens of Hunter’s bedroom surrounded me, but I couldn’t see him. He wouldn’t have left me, not after everything we’d been through.

“Hunt?” I called out softly.

“Baby, thank God. I was starting to freak out.”

He came in from the bathroom and sat down on the bed beside me. The damp cloth he rubbed across my forehead felt heavenly. I hugged his waist and squeezed as hard as I could. Relief filled me as he kissed the top of my head.

“What happened?”

He blanched. “Oh, God. How much do you remember?”

“I know we’re married and having a baby.”

He visibly relaxed. “Thank goodness. Losing you again isn’t an option.”

He kissed my forehead and I hugged him tighter. We sat there quietly for a few moments, thankful we still had each other.

“Where’s Jack?”

“The police have him in custody. He’s going to be in jail for a while. Jack was being investigated for insider trading and money laundering, and after attempting to kidnap you, he’s toast. I’d already called 911 before I found you outside because things felt wrong.” Hunter brushed my hair back from my face and stared at me. “I really thought I had lost you again.”

I tried to sit up higher in the bed and I winced.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just sore and my head is aching.”

His mouth tenderly brushed across my forehead. As we sat there wrapped up together, I sorted through my memories from the past month. I thought back to Jack grabbing me at the restaurant and I remembered his office. Going back, I realized every memory that had been missing was there. I remembered the flight to Georgia and the sexual tension building between us. I remembered our marriage and every special moment we had while we were at the beach. The blank spots that had been plaguing me were gone. I leaned back and stared at Hunter in awe.

“You told me you loved me after you thought I was asleep. I remember your hands brushed through my hair and you kept saying that you couldn’t believe I was yours. I wanted to tell you I felt the same way, but I didn’t want to scare you. Everything was too new and overwhelming. I think I’ve loved you since we were kids.”

His solemn face looked into mine and slowly he started to smile.

“You remember?”

I bit my lip and nodded, but stopped quickly because it hurt my head.

“I wasn’t with Stephanie in New York. She worked for me and I’ve had a…relationship…with her before, but not in New York. When she said that I knew she was trying to start something, and that’s why I followed you outside the restaurant.”

“I would bet my trust fund that she worked for either my father or Michael.”

“You’re probably right.”

“Hunt?”

“Yeah, baby?”

I settled back into his arms and relaxed. “Can we try to find some kind of normal?”

“We’re sure as hell going to try. This kid needs some peace.” His hand spread over my stomach and I fell in love with Hunter Abbott all over again.

Three Years Later....

I quietly cracked the door to the nursery open to look in at our three-month-old daughter. A smile crossed my face as I watched her lay there in her crib. Hunter’s hand wrapped around my waist and he kissed behind my ear as he came up behind me. We stayed there for a few minutes, watching her soft breaths.

Hunter took my hand and quietly led me back to our room. When the door closed behind us he kissed me passionately.

“Wait,” I said, pushing him back. He groaned and I laughed a little. “Where’s Spencer?”

“He’s with your mom for the night. Cassie is in the room next to the baby and said she would take care of her tonight so we could get some sleep. John grumbled a little bit about that one, but he wasn’t going to argue with her.”

I was so thankful that my two-and-a-half-year-old son loved my mother and Cassie so much. Cassie and her new husband continued to steal him away week after week, spoiling him something fierce. They had tried for their own child for so long without luck, until a few months ago.

“No one argues with a pregnant Hamilton woman. Not unless they have a death wish.”

“That’s the freaking truth,” he mumbled.

“What’s that, Hunter?” I asked poking him in the ribs.

“Nothing, baby. So what do you want to do on our free night?” He wrapped his arms around me.

“I think I have a pretty good idea.”

“What’s that?”

“Sleep,” I whispered in his ear huskily.

His hands dropped, and he took a step back in defeat. A grin covered my face as I tried to hold back a giggle.

“I’m just kidding. Come here. I’ll take care of you, honey. It’s been a while now and I think you have some built-up tension.”

He sulked for another full minute before I yanked him down on the bed next to me and straddled his waist.

“I have some big plans for us tonight. You need to quit pouting so we can get to the fun part of the evening.”

He smirked. “I think I can handle that, Mrs. Abbott.”

My hands slid under his shirt and up his muscled chest. He shivered under my touch, and I smiled down at him. Life was finally happy and normal, or at least as normal as it would ever be for us.

Romance writer. Wife. Mother of two. Avid reader. Queen of multitasking. 

Originally from the south, Alyson likes to incorporate what she knows into her books. She's lived not only on the east coast, but the west coast and a few places in between. Alyson loves sharing stories about her crazy family to anyone who will listen. Her guilty pleasures consist of coffee, country music, brunch, breaking the rules, and pedicures. And she will always be a daddy's girl. 

When Alyson isn't chasing around her two kiddos, she's normally writing. Or reading. Her Kindle library is out of control. Alyson writes mainly contemporary novels and novellas with a bit of new adult mixed in.

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