way he shifted subtly in his seat and averted his eyes, I knew I’d asked the right question. My instincts warred with my urge to throw caution to the wind and accept the money, consequences be damned. At least then, I’d have a way to start getting my life back.
But, still...
“Yeah, the catch,” I said. “I might have lost my memory, but I wasn’t born yesterday. If you’re willing to come here, without invitation, and offer me this money…there’s no way there aren’t any conditions. So what are the strings?”
He smiled tightly. “Miss Keats, there are no strings. My client has his reasons for wanting to help you. Reasons, which I unfortunately can’t disclose. You know, attorney-client privilege. I assure you there’s no catch. But if you’d prefer to hand it back over...”
There was a split second in which I thought twice – I mean, all that money – but I knew that I had to return it. I didn’t trust him. How could I? Nobody hands out thousands of dollars to strangers without expecting something in return.
I tossed him the envelope. Mr. Fields stood quickly and shoved it violently back in his briefcase. Anything remotely pleasant about him had vanished.
“When you come to your senses, Miss Keats, please contact me or my associate.” He handed me a thick, glossy card with his name embossed in heavy letters.
“Your associate?” My fingers traced the letters on the card.
“My son, Kris, is also an attorney.” He headed for the door. “You’re making a big mistake, Miss Fields. Huge.”
“Thanks for the advice,” I said dryly.
He left without so much as a goodbye.
I sat in bed for a long time, turning his card over and over in my hand. I had more questions than ever now, thanks to Mr. Fields and his unexpected visit. Exactly who had hit my car? Clearly, it was someone important and with a lot to lose. Was Mr. Fields or his client somehow involved? It would explain a lot about the visit. The lawyer clearly knew at least the basic details of my case since he’d mentioned I needed a new car, but that could’ve been because he or his client had a friend in the police department. Except, according to Dr. Edwards, the police were clueless. No one had been brought in for questioning. It was like the other driver disappeared into thin air.
I felt restless, and unplugged my IV pump from the wall. Using the stand as an anchor, I slowly worked my way out of bed. My legs were still extremely weak, but Dr. Edwards had told me to get out of bed when I could. I was allowed to visit my en-suite bathroom on my own, but needed assistance if I decided to take a walk through the hall.
I didn’t feel like company at the moment, so I settled for taking a seat in one of the chairs by the window. If my situation hadn’t been so dire, I might have actually liked this room. It was nice, as far as hospital rooms went.
I looked out the window at the world outside. There were acres and acres of trees, still bare, and in the distance was what looked like an interstate. I’d missed an entire season while I’d been unconscious. Several holidays, though I’d been told Ava had been here for all of them.
I saw my reflection in the glass, but didn’t recognize myself, didn’t recognize anything about me. I didn’t even know if my ash-blonde curls had been short before the accident or had been cut when I’d been brought in. My gaze traced my features, but there was no spark of familiarity in my ultramarine eyes. I might as well have been looking at a stranger.
I had no idea who to trust.
Hell, I didn’t even know if I could trust myself.
Chapter 4
Kris
“I thought you said you’d be able to get her to take the deal.” I tried to reign in my temper, knowing how unprofessional it looked for a man with my public image to lose it.
“Kris, I laid things out, told her that it’d be in her best interest to just take the money and go, but she wasn’t interested.”
I swore under my breath as I started