The Bodyguard's Bride-To-Be by Amelia Autin

Author:Amelia Autin [Autin, Amelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-10-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Tahra was taken to St. Anne’s Hospital on Wednesday morning for a follow-up examination by her surgeon. She’d hoped Marek would be free to accompany her, but she was sadly disappointed to find someone else waiting beside the limousine to which she was guided.

“Miss Edwards?” the man asked courteously. He was dressed in regular business clothes, but something about him made her instantly think, military. When Tahra nodded, he offered her his hand and said, “Major Lukas Branko, at your service,” confirming her supposition. “The king has ordered me to see you safely to and from the hospital.”

He held the limo door open for Tahra. She glanced back at the door through which she’d just come, praying Marek would miraculously appear...but he didn’t. So she allowed Major Branko to hand her into the limo, then go around and get in the other side.

They rode in silence almost the entire way. The major reminded Tahra a lot of Marek—a little older perhaps, but that same military air, that same old-fashioned courtesy. Handsome, too, she acknowledged, even more handsome than Marek, if that’s possible. But somehow the major left her cold, and it wasn’t just because he didn’t talk to her except for some banal comment on the weather.

Tahra’s checkup went smoothly. She was taken for X-rays first—and no waiting in line. She was whisked in and out with smiling promptitude, which made her wonder if that was just the way it was in Zakhar, or if she was being accorded special treatment because of what she’d done and the interest the king had taken in her case. Probably a mix of both, she thought with a little smile.

Her surgeon examined her nicely healing scars, including the laparoscopic one from her surgery, and reviewed her X-rays with her, explaining in detail what he was looking for and that there was absolutely no cause for concern. He questioned her at great length about her lost memory, which still hadn’t returned. Tahra found herself confiding in him the flashes of certainty she’d had about some aspects of those missing months, even though she still didn’t remember.

“I was afraid when I saw his note,” she confessed. “Not physically afraid, more like I...I dreaded reading it.”

The surgeon nodded. “I understand. The mind is a very complex organ, Miss Edwards. And yet very simple in some ways. It tries to protect us from being hurt. For instance, we learn early not to touch something on the stove that could burn us. Most of us do not consciously remember the moment our fingers were burned...but our subconscious brain retains the lesson and stops us from doing it again.”

Her thoughts were churning, but all she said was “I...see.”

“Perhaps you received a note in the past from your fiancé containing bad news. Your brain might subconsciously equate a note from him with bad news, and the unthinking dread is generated.” He smiled. “Do not be alarmed. This is actually a good sign. Those memories are still there in your brain—otherwise your subconscious would not react as it does.

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