LITMIR.BIZ

       CHAPTER TWO

      “I’D CLAIM AMNESIA, but I really don’t know the names of most flowers. The purple and white ones...

      “Orchids,” Lizzie filled in.

      “I know what orchids are.” Mateo reached over the stone wall and picked one, then handed it to Lizzie. “There’s probably a rule against picking the flowers, but you need an...orchid in your hair.”

      She took it and tucked it behind her right ear. “Right ear means you’re available. Left means you’re taken.”

      “How could someone like you not be taken?” he asked, sitting down next to her on the stone wall surrounding the garden.

      Behind them were beautiful flowers in every color imaginable, with a long reflecting pond in the background. One that stretched toward the ocean.

      “Because I don’t want to be taken. It’s one of those been-there-done-that situations, and I can still feel the sting from it, so I don’t want to make the wound any worse.

      “That bad?”

      “Let’s just say that on a rating of one through ten, I’d need a few more numbers to describe it. So, you haven’t been...?”

      “I was engaged briefly—apparently. Don’t really have any memory of it other than a few flashes, and those aren’t very flattering. Definitely not my type, from the little I recall.”

      “Maybe with your head injury your type changed. That can happen with brain damage. People are known to come out the other side very different from what they were when they went in. Could be the Fates giving you a second chance.”

      “You can’t just have a normal conversation, can you? You turn everything into work.”

      “Because that’s what I do.”

      “That’s all you do, Lizzie. You come in early, leave late, and probably sandwich some sleep in there somewhere. I lived that schedule in Afghanistan too often, and it catches up to you.”

      “But this isn’t about me, Mateo.”

      “First-year Med School. ‘Treating a patient is as much about you as it is the patient.’ Even though some of my patients came in and out so fast they never even saw me, I worked hard to make every one of them feel that they were in good hands, even if those hands were exhausted. But you... There’s a deep-down tiredness behind the facade you put on, and it shows in your eyes. And I don’t think it’s physical so much as something else.”

      “It’s just an accumulation of things. Tough decisions. My dad’s death. Things I’ve wanted I haven’t had. Things I’ve had I haven’t wanted.” She gave him a weak smile. “You’re very perceptive for a man who claims amnesia at the drop of a hat.”

      “Straightforward talk, honesty...that’s what I was all about, Lizzie. Have to be when you’re out on the battlefield making quick decisions and performing life-changing procedures.” He sighed. “In the end, when you’re all they’ve got, the only real thing that counts is your word.”

      “Was it difficult...practicing like that?”

      “Isn’t it what your dad did?”

      She shook her head. “He had rank, which got him assigned to a base hospital. He was the one who took the casualties that people like you had fixed after you sent them on.”

      “Wouldn’t it be crazy if our paths had crossed somewhere? Yours and mine?”

      “He kept me pretty isolated from that part of his life. If our paths had crossed it would have been somewhere like that little bäckerei on Robsonstrasse in Rhineland-Palatinate. We lived in a little flat about a block from there, and I loved getting up early and going for a Danish, or even a raspberry-filled braid.”

      “The plum cake there was always my favorite. A little bit sweet, a little bit tart.”

      “So, you’ve been there?” Lizzie asked, smiling over the shared memory.

      “When I had time. My trips in and out were pretty quick, but I started getting a taste for the plum cake about the same time I stepped on the plane to go there, so that was always my first stop.”

      “Small world,” Lizzie said. “Almost like a fairy tale...where the Princess meets the Prince in the most improbable way, then they have battles to fight to get to each other. You know—the love-conquers-all thing, starting with a fruit Danish and plum cake.”

      “And the rest of the story in your little world?” he asked. “Do they ever get to their happily-ever-after, or do they eat their cakes alone forever?”

      “Let’s see...” she said. “So, their paths crossed at the bakery... His eyes met hers—love at first sight, of course. It always happens that way in a nice romantic story. But since the hero of my story was a soldier prince, their time was fleeting. Passionate, but brief. And the kisses...?”

      “Were they good?”

      “The best she’d ever known. But she was young, and very inexperienced. Oh, and she’d never kissed a real man before. He was her first. Her other kisses had come from boys in the village...no comparison to the kisses of a man.”

      It was nice, putting herself in the place of a young village maiden. Yes, Mateo’s kisses would definitely be those of a real man. She could almost imagine how they would taste on her own lips.

      “Was he her first true love?”

      Lizzie nodded. “Of course he was. But, the way as many war stories end, they were separated. He was sent somewhere else and her heart was broken.”

      “Badly, or would she eventually heal?”

      “I don’t think you ever heal when you’ve lost the love of your life. But she went after him. She was strong that way.”

      “Then true love prevailed?”

      “In my story, yes.”

      “And they lived happily ever after?”

      “As happily-ever-after as any two lovers could with six children. A house in the country. Maybe a few dairy cows.”

      “Or just a couple of children, a house on a beach in Hawaii, no cows allowed?”

      “Nice dream,” she said on a sigh. “And I’d kill for a blueberry Danish right now.”

      Mateo started to slide his hand across the ledge on which they were seated—not so much to hold her hand, but just to brush against it. But either she saw it coming and didn’t want it, or she was still caught up in her fairy tale, because just as he made his approach she stood, then turned toward the beach.

      “We

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