Читать книгу Her Forgotten Cowboy - Deb Kastner - Страница 8

That was why she’d returned to Serendipity. To find this man.

Rebecca stared silently into the cowboy’s sad yet angry blue eyes.

He was definitely flummoxed by her question.

“Who am I?” Tanner repeated her question incredulously. “Rebecca, what are you talking about?”

“I feel like I should recognize you,” she admitted, feeling the heat rising to her cheeks. “No. I know I should. But I...I’m sorry. My mind isn’t cooperating. I’d hoped— Well, if anything would give my memory the jolt it needed to return, this would have been it. And yet I don’t know who you are, other than your name. Tanner Hamilton?”

His expression clouded with confusion.

“Of course, I’m—” He paused. “Wait. Are you trying to say you really don’t know your own husband?” He removed his hat by the crown and threaded his fingers through his thick blond hair.

He needed a haircut, Rebecca thought, but then realized what an odd observation that was for her to make. It was somehow...personal.