LITMIR.BIZ

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okay. You’re in the hospital. You took a nasty fall.”

      Fall? Hospital? Her mouth felt dry as dust. She licked her lips. “Can you close the drapes?”

      “Sure,” Wade said and hurried over to the window.

      She listened as he drew the drapes together and felt the room darken before she opened her eyes all the way.

      The first thing she saw was her husband silhouetted against the curtains. He was a big imposing man with a boyish face and a blond crew cut. He was wearing his sheriff’s deputy uniform, she noted as he moved back to the bed to take her hand.

      She’d known Wade for years. She’d married him three years ago. That was why when she saw the sheepish look in his brown eyes, she knew at once that he was hiding something.

      Abby frowned. “What was I doing that I fell?”

      “You don’t remember?” He cleared his throat, shifting on his feet. “You asked me to bring up some canning jars from the garage? I’m so sorry I didn’t. If I had you wouldn’t have been on that ladder...” He looked at her as if expecting... Expecting what?

      “Canning jars?” she repeated and touched her bandaged temple. “I hit my head?”

      He nodded, and taking her hand, he squeezed it a little too hard. “I’m so sorry, Abby.” He sounded close to tears.

      “It’s not your fault,” she said automatically, but couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to the story. There often was with Wade and his family. She frowned, trying to understand why she would have wanted canning jars and saying as much.

      “You said something about putting up peach jam.”

      “Really? I wonder where I planned to get peaches this time of year.”

      He said nothing, avoiding her gaze. All the other times she’d seen him like this it had been after he’d hurt her. It had started a year into their marriage and begun with angry accusations that led to him grabbing her, shaking her, pushing her and even slapping her.

      Each time he’d stopped before it had gone too far. Each time he’d been horrified by what he’d done. He’d cried in her arms, begging her to forgive him, telling her that he couldn’t live without her, saying he would kill himself if she ever left him. And then promising he’d never do it again.

      She touched her bandaged head with her free hand. The movement brought a groan out of her as she realized her ribs were either bruised or maybe even broken. Looking down, she saw the bruises on her wrists and knew he was lying. Had he pushed her this time?

      “Why can’t I remember what happened?” she asked.

      “You can’t remember anything?” He sounded hopeful, fueling her worst fears that one of these days he would go too far and kill her. Wasn’t that what her former boyfriend kept telling her? She pushed the thought of Ledger McGraw away as she often had to do. He didn’t understand that she’d promised to love, honor and obey when she’d married Wade—even through the rough spots. And this she feared was one of them.

      At the sound of someone entering the room, they both turned to see the doctor come in.

      “How are we doing?” he asked as he moved to the foot of her bed to look at her chart. He glanced at Wade, then quickly looked away. Wade let go of her hand and moved to the window to part the drapes and peer out.

      Abby closed her eyes at the shaft of sunlight he let in. “My head hurts,” she told the doctor.

      “I would imagine it does. When your husband brought you in, you were in and out of consciousness.”

      Wade had brought her in? He didn’t call an ambulance?

      “Also I can’t seem to remember what happened,” she added and, out of the corner of her eye, saw her husband glance back at her.

      The doctor nodded. “Very common in your type of head injury.”

      “Will she get her memory back?” Wade asked from the window, sounding worried that she would.

      “Possibly. Often not. I’m going to prescribe something for your headache. Your ribs are badly bruised and you have some other abrasions. I’d like to keep you overnight.”

      “Is that really necessary?” Wade asked, letting the drapes drop back into place.

      “With a concussion, it’s best,” the doctor said without looking at him. “Don’t worry. We’ll take good care of her.”

      “We can talk about it,” Wade said. “But I think she’d be more comfortable in her own home. Isn’t that right, Abby?”

      “On this, I think I know best,” the doctor interrupted.

      But she could see that Wade was worried. He apparently wanted to get her out of here and quickly. What was he worried about? That she would remember what happened?

      If only she could. Unfortunately, the harder she tried, the more she couldn’t. The past twenty-four hours were blank, leaving her with the terrifying feeling that her life depended on her remembering.

       Chapter Two

      When the phone rang at the Sundown Stallion Station late that afternoon, Ledger McGraw took the call since both his brothers were gone from the ranch and his father was resting upstairs. They had been forced to get an unlisted number after all the media coverage. After twenty-five years, there’d finally been a break in the McGraw twins kidnapping case.

      “I need to talk to Travers,” Jim Waters said without preamble. “Tell him it is of utmost importance.”

      Ledger groaned inwardly since he knew his father had almost fired the family attorney recently. “He’s resting.” Travers McGraw, sixty, had suffered a heart attack a few months ago. He hadn’t been well before that. At the time, they hadn’t known what was making him so sick. His family had assumed it was the stress of losing his two youngest children to kidnappers twenty-five years before and his determination to find them. His father was convinced that they were still alive.

      “Do you really think I would be calling if it wasn’t urgent?” Waters demanded. The fiftysomething attorney had been like one of the family almost from the beginning—until a few months ago, when he and Travers had gotten into a disagreement.

      “Jim, if this is about legal business—”

      The attorney swore. “It’s about the kidnapping. You might recall that we originally used my number to screen the calls about the twins. Well, I am apparently still on the list. I was contacted.” He paused, no doubt for effect. “I have reason to believe that Oakley has been found.”

      “Found?” Ledger asked, his heart in his throat. The twenty-fifth anniversary of the crime had come and gone, but after their father had hired a true-crime writer to investigate and write a book about it, new evidence had turned up.

      That new evidence had led them all to believe that his father’s gut instinct was right. The twins were alive—and probably adopted out to good families, though illegally. The McGraw twins had been just six months old when they were stolen from their cribs. The ransom money had never been spent and had only recently turned up—with the body of one of the kidnappers. That left whoever had helped him take the babies still at large.

      Ledger was thankful that he’d been the one to answer the phone. His father didn’t need this kind of aggravation. “All those calls are now being vetted by the sheriff’s department. I suggest you have this person contact Sheriff McCall Crawford. If she thinks—”

      “He has the stuffed toy horse,” Waters interrupted. “I’ve seen it. It’s Oakley’s.”

      Ledger felt a shock wave move through him. The stuffed toy horse was a critical piece of information that hadn’t originally been released

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