Colorado Hope (The Front Range Series Book 2) by Charlene Whitman

Colorado Hope (The Front Range Series Book 2) by Charlene Whitman

Author:Charlene Whitman [Whitman, Charlene]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ubiquitous Press
Published: 2014-12-01T05:00:00+00:00


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Malcolm strode up to the desk and cleared his throat to get the clerk’s attention. Every nerve in his body rattled, and his thoughts wouldn’t give him rest. His miraculous survival in the path of a twister had left him humbled and shaky. He kept replaying the day’s events in his mind, seeing the houses ripped apart, the pieces flung with fury every which way, the wind attacking like a savage beast. But most of all, he kept reliving the way Grace had felt in his arms, how she’d sparked his memories into flames of visions, and how he knew without question that he’d been married before—to someone, somewhere—who looked and sounded like Grace Cunningham.

After he left her at her house, his restless, frustrated energy fueled him into a brisk walk to the livery, where he found his gelding tucking into a flake of hay that one of the stable hands had given him. Thankfully, Rambler had escaped from the twister with only a superficial gash on his rump that didn’t need suturing. Other animals hadn’t fared as well, he noted, as men tended to horses and mules that had been hurt and were making a racket in the stables.

Once he retrieved Rambler—who had managed to retain his saddle and headstall, despite the frantic run through town—Malcolm decided to stop wasting time and do what he could to recover his lost past. He’d been on his way to the courthouse when he’d seen Grace walking down the street before all hell had broken loose. He knew Grace was a key to his past, but maybe only because she reminded him of the lost wife he knew he’d left behind in the wake of those missing memories.

His gut clenched thinking he might be married to someone else—and maybe have a child—somewhere, and that he’d forgotten them. Maybe even Stella had no idea about his past. Had he fallen into the river and hit his head, and Stella had only happened to chance upon him? Over the last week that thought had drifted to him, but he’d discounted it. Now he wasn’t so sure. His memory of that day was hazy, as were the weeks to follow. He hardly remembered what she said to him when he came to and saw her leaning over him. She had told him all those stories about how they’d met in St. Louis, but he still recalled nothing about that town. Not even perusing books he’d found on the Old Grout’s public shelves could jiggle free a solitary image of the city.

He doubted he would be able to glean any helpful information by inquiring of surveyors in St. Louis, but he had to try. He hoped when he saw Grace later today more of his memories would come back. Although, he knew that wasn’t why he wanted to see her again.

Besides being concerned about her and Ben after the traumatic fright of the twister, he had to admit he was falling for her, like a huge boulder rolling into an abyss.



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