her eyelashes with mascara and her lips with dark blood red lipstick. Megan walked over to the bed and let the towel gently drop to the floor. She checked herself in the full length floor mirror. Megan turned around slowly admiring her nude form. She ran her hand up ever so delicately caressing her body along the way. Megan stopped and cupped her breast. Megan closed her eyes. She imagined it was Andrew touching her as she moaned deeply. Megan opened her eyes and grabbed a pair of black lace maternity panties. She bent down and put them on. Next Megan slipped on a seductive black maternity skirt and spaghetti strap camisole top. It accentuated her curvaceous bosom. One way or another Megan was determined to get her husband back. She took a pair of lace strap black shoes from the closet and slipped them on. Yeah, Megan knew she was way over dressed, but the situation called for drastic measures. She was determined to jolt back Andrew’s memory, and the little black outfit she wore should do the trick.
Megan grabbed the matching purse and her keys. She left the house.
Andrew was really happy to actually put on some normal clothes. He was glad to finally be going home. He had just finished putting on his shoes, when there was a knock at the door.
“Hello Doctor Straussman,” Andrew greeted her cheerfully.
“I still don’t feel it’s a good idea for you to go home so soon,” she protested.
“And I feel that being there might jog my memory,” Andrew shot back.
“Fine,” Doctor Straussman flopped down in a chair. She looked up at him, “You do have my number, right?”
“Yes.” Andrew patted his pants pocket.
“Are you ready?” Veronica entered.
“Do I really need that?” Andrew rolled his eyes when he saw the wheelchair.
“It’s policy,” Veronica insisted.
“Fine,” Andrew took his place in the chair. Veronica wheeled him out of the room. As they moved down the hallway towards the elevator, Andrew would peek into the room with open doors. Some of the beds were empty, others with the sick or dying. He had to go home; he would be forever stuck in this place. The only problem was that he had to keep up the charade in public. It was the only way to keep Sheriff Delsmann off his back. Plus it was the only advantage Andrew had in order to carry out his investigation. If Andrew could convince Sheriff Delsmann he still suffered from memory loss, she would leave him alone. Of course, eventually he would have to regain his memory at some point, Andrew knew that. When the elevator doors opened, Veronica wheeled him inside. As soon as they were set, she pushed the button for the main floor.
Sheriff Delsmann waited in the main lobby of the hospital. In one hand she had a bouquet of balloons, and in the other a box of candy. People passing by smiled at her. Talia smiled back. They probably thought the gifts were for a loved one. In fact they were for Andrew. It wasn’t that Talia cared about him or anything like that. The real reason she was here was to see if Andrew Knight had managed to regain his memory. Talia wanted to observe the reunion with his wife. She was hoping to catch some glimmer of recognition in Andrew’s eyes when he saw his wife. That’s all Talia would need. She couldn’t wait to put Andrew Knight in the place he should be; not at home, but in jail! Talia straightened her taupe pant suit and brushed aside some loose strands of hair. Talia was almost giddy at the prospect of exacting her revenge on Andrew.
Megan parked the red AC Cobra and immediately got out. She walked somewhat briskly to the main entrance of Bayport Memorial Hospital. As soon as Megan entered the main lobby she saw Sheriff Delsmann standing there with balloons and chocolate. Megan was not happy to see her and the displeasure was quite evident on her face.
“Hello,” Megan’s voice oozed with displeasure.
“Hello Missus Knight,” Talia replied in opposite.
“Why are you here?” Megan asked.
“I just wanted to express my happiness that Mister Knight is finally going home,” Talia answered smiling. “I also wanted to apologize for my behavior.”
“I see,” Megan answered coldly.
When the elevator doors finally opened to the lobby, what Andrew saw caught him completely off guard. There was Sheriff Delsmann holding a bouquet of balloons in one hand and box of chocolates in the other. Presumably, there were for him, but why and what was she up to? The other was Megan. She was dressed to the nines in a black skirt and camisole. She had smoky eyes and blood red lips. Holy crap, Andrew lamented. How was he going to convince both of them that his memory still hadn’t returned? Andrew closed his eyes and drew a deep breath to regain his composure. Veronica moved him forward as they headed towards the two women.
Megan and Talia turned at the same time and saw Andrew being escorted by a nurse pushing him in a wheel chair. Megan was jumping up and down inside, but on the outside she was very composed. Talia was the opposite, very bubbly and excited.
“Hello,” Andrew greeted them.
Megan thought his eyes had an expressionless look to them. He still didn’t recognize her. So dressing the way she did had no effect on him. Megan felt embarrassed.
Talia was also frustrated. When Andrew saw his wife there was no expression of recognition on his face at all.
Andrew was using every once of both his mental and physical abilities to convince both of them his memory hadn’t returned. When Sheriff Delsmann looked away for a minute, Andrew stole a longing glance at Megan. She was beautiful. His arms were aching to hold her; to kiss her full, red lips. He just wanted to end the charade right now and tenderly caress and kiss her growing tummy. Andrew knew he couldn’t and it was killing him on the inside.
When Sheriff Delsmann turned back, Andrew had already composed himself again and sat emotionless. Talia handed Andrew the balloons and box of chocolates.
“This is a peace offering,” Talia smiled widely.
“Thank you,” Andrew said. He put the box of chocolates on his lap and held onto the balloons. “I don’t know what you’re apologizing for, but hey the chocolates sound really good about now because I’m starving.”
“Well, you’re welcome,” Talia laughed.
“We better get going,” Megan insisted.
Talia stepped aside as Megan and Veronica escorted Andrew outside. She watched Megan go and get the car. Talia quickly left and went to her own car.
It was a quiet drive home. Megan glanced at Andrew from time to time as he slept. Soon they were home. Andrew woke and stared at the Victorian-style house. Megan got out of the car and walked around to his door. She opened it and Andrew emerged. She grabbed the candy and bouquet of balloons.
As Andrew opened the front door and walked inside the foyer, he gazed at everything around him. Megan thought it seemed like it was the first time he was ever there.
“Let’s go into the family room,” Megan suggested.
“Okay,” Andrew answered.
Megan led him to the family room. She set the gifts from Talia on the coffee table. Andrew wondered around the room taking it all in before sitting down on the sofa. Megan sat in one of the chairs across from him. It seemed like a very long time until Megan broke the silence.
“So is any of this familiar?” Megan asked hopeful.
“Ta beaute fait mon coeur se remplir de l’amour.” “What are you saying?” Megan uttered.
“J’ai manque la chaleur de tes levres, le confort de ton etreinte et l’amour dans ton coeur.”
“Why are you speaking French?” Megan angrily asked. She thought Andrew had finally snapped. Megan stood and was about to walk out of the room.
“Ne t’en va pas, plait,” Andrew pleaded with her not to go. He got up and went after her.
Megan was standing there crying. Andrew walked over to her.
“Tu parlez-vous francais?” He asked if she spoke French.
“Oui,” Megan answered yes. She wiped her eyes. “Tu m’as enseign” She was annoyed and him that he had taught her. She asked if he lost his mind, “Avezvous perdu votre esprit?”
“T’es amusant,” Andrew teased that she was being hilarious.
“Tu paries francais? Pourquoi?” Megan demanded why Andrew was speaking in French.
“II y a un dispositif d’ecoute sur les ballons,” Andrew told her there was an bug the balloons.
