The last woman Samuel Bishop expected to have in his arms was his ex-wife. Left with amnesia from an accident, Laura had no memory of their bitter divorce. Read Amnesiac Ex, Unforgettable Vows by Robyn Grady by Robyn Grady by Robyn Grady for free with a 30 day free trial. Read eBook on the web, iPad, iPhone. Read “Amnesiac Ex, Unforgettable Vows” by Robyn Grady with Rakuten Kobo. The last woman Samuel Bishop expected to have in his arms was his ex-wife.
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The last woman Samuel Bishop expected to have in his arms was his ex-wife. Left with amnesia from an accident, Laura had no memory of their amndsiac divorce.
In her mind, she and the business tycoon were still newlyweds. With her ready to pick up where she thought their scorching-hot marriage had left off, he couldn’t turn her down. But soon Bishop realized he was playing with fire.
He wanted to reclaim the wedded bliss this Laura had shown him, but what would unflrgettable when her memory returned? And what would happen if it didn’t? Read more Read less. Kindle Cloud Reader Read instantly in your browser. When she’s not tapping out her next story, she enjoys the challenge of raising three very different daughters as well as dreaming amnnesiac shooting the breeze with Stephen King during a month-long Mediterranean cruise.
Contact her at www. A muffled conversation, barely audible, filtered in through the closed hospital room door. Laura Bishop raised her bandaged head off the pillows and, concentrating, pricked her ears. Laura rolled her teeth over her bottom lip and strained to make out the words.
But neither Grace nor Bishop sounded pleased. When Laura had taken a tumble at her home this morning, Grace, who was visiting, had insisted they have the bump on her head checked out. Waiting to see a doctor in a cell phone-free waiting room, Laura had asked Grace to contact Bishop at his Sydney office. She hated to bother him but stints at Casualty could wind on forever, and she didn’t want her unforgertable coming home to an empty house and worrying.
Besides, Bishop would want to be informed. When it cracked open an inch, Laura propped up on her elbows. Laura’s husband growled back.
How she wished the two people she cared about most could get along, but Grace seemed to be the one woman on earth who was immune to Samuel Bishop’s compelling brand of charm.
Laura, on the other hand, had been smitten by his sizzling charisma and smoldering good looks from the moment they’d met. She loved Bishop so very much. Unforgetgable door fanned wider. As that familiar athletic frame entered the room, their eyes connected, locked, and suddenly Laura felt dizzier than she had all day.
Amnesiac Ex, Unforgettable Vows
After six months together, Bishop still stirred in her this breathtaking, toe-curling effect, the kind of reaction that flooded her core with want and left her quivering like a half-set jelly.
He looked as magnificent in that dark, custom-made suit as he had that first night, decked out in an impeccable tuxedo, a wicked gleam igniting his entrancing blue eyes when he’d affected a bow and had asked her to dance. Today his eyes were hooded in that same heart-pumping way, but his gaze didn’t glow with anything close to desire. In fact, his eyes seemed to reflect no emotion at all.
A shiver crept over Laura’s skin. He was always so caring and attentive. Was he annoyed that she’d slipped? That she’d pulled him away from his work? Shaking herself, Laura broke the spell and touched the square bandage that sat above her left temple.
She gave a sheepish smile. The doctor said that’s not unusual. A person has a fall, knocks their head and they can’t recall the incident.
His fingers were long and lean. His hands, large and skilled. She loved his hands. Loved the way they knew precisely where, and precisely how, to please. He’d presented a dazzling white diamond ring and, overwhelmed with surprise and new love, she’d instantly agreed. Never one for attention or pity, she normally kept that information to herself.
But if they were to be married, of course Bishop needed to know. A drop of around six feet. A pulse pumped once along the dark shadow of his jaw. She knew he’d heard the backbone in her tone, but he didn’t probe.
More tellingly, he didn’t come near, gather her up and comfort her, the way he had that evening after he’d proposed. That night, when she’d confided in him about her illness, he’d drawn her extra close, had brushed his lips tenderly over her brow then had asked about the odds of any offspring inheriting her disorder.
She’d done lots of research. Statistics attested to the fact that a baby could inherit the condition as she had done, however, screening precautions were available. An early termination, due to medical considerations, could be performed. Thankfully, from the hard set of his jaw, she’d gleaned he was as uncomfortable with that scenario as she was. But neither was he convinced that they should take a gamble and simply hope for the best.
In the quiet of the hospital room now, Bishop’s head angled and he continued to study her as if he wasn’t certain who she was. As if she were some new and curious anomaly. Laura’s nerves frayed more and she thrust her hand out, beckoning. She couldn’t stand the distance a moment more. We need to talk. When his eyes skimmed her brow, her cheek, her lips, her skin heated, and not in a pleasant way.
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The vibes he gave off. If she hadn’t known better, she’d think he disliked her. Finally he came forward, but his gait was guarded, as though he expected amesiac be ambushed at any moment. Had the doctor spoken to him about more than her fall?
If not, she’d better tell him now, herself, before someone else could. How would he react when she told him that, no more than an hour ago, she’d taken a pregnancy test? Pulling herself up, she swung her feet onto the floor so that they could sit side by side. Bishop cut the remaining distance separating them in three purposeful strides. Her stomach jumped when, in a commanding gesture, he cast the covers back more. Avoiding her gaze, he tipped his head at the sheets and a lock of his immaculately groomed hair fell over his brow.
What was it with a knock on rboyn head and endless questions? She’d ovws barraged by them half the day. But when his implacable look held, she exhaled and supplied the name of the hospital and added, “Which is west of Sydney and east of the Blue Mountains. But then that serious line cut amneesiac his brows again and he cleared his throat like he did whenever he was uneasy.
But anyone who knew Bishop knew his stubborn streak. The sooner this was over and he was assured, the sooner she could get her change of heart out in the vkws, the sooner they could work this issue through, and the sooner they could get on with their life together. Furthermore, tonight you’re celebrating an anniversary. It was all he could manage not to ungorgettable up his lungs and reel back from the blow. Instead he ran a rather unsteady hand through his hair. Good God in Heaven. She’d lost her mind.
No one told him that she’d lost two years of her life! That she thought they were still married.
As for falling off that same footbridge. Bishop hid a cringe. Umforgettable this some kind of sick joke? Would the host of a lame candid-camera show jump out, sock him on the arm and point amnfsiac a hidden lens? But looking into Laura’s unsuspecting emerald eyes now, Bishop knew she was deadly serious.
Gazing up at him, with such unabashed innocence and adoration, was the face of the fair-haired angel he’d married. He hadn’t been able to figure out why he’d been asked to come here today. Now Laura’s request for her sister to call him made sense. So did Grace’s inability to look him in the eye yrady he’d hammered her for details a few minutes ago.
Bishop resisted the urge to drop his head into his hands and groan out loud. He should have insisted on seeing a doctor.