Abigail Adams had it all, she's a gorgeous supermodel, has a wealthy fiancé, and a career on the rise. But that quickly changes when she wakes up in the hospital not remembering anything. The only memories she does have are not her own, but of a total stranger.
When Abigail discovers that her fiancé has been cheating on her, she leaves him and runs to the arms of the one man she is hoping will give her the answers she seeks.
Matt Garcia is used to playing the field, keeping his heart guarded, but then Abigail Adams unexpectedly shows up at his door hoping he will be the answer she is looking for. Will he finally learn to take a break from his no strings attached lifestyle and show her that she doesn’t need her past, but the future he is willing to offer her?
With every unspoken memory she regains, will she learn to open up her heart to a total stranger, or will she keep it guarded like he does?
Ms. Adams, why do you ask?” a young gentleman in his early thirties,
dressed in a suit, looking every bit the bank manager that he is,
informs me the next morning.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around the whole situation, but I
do know one thing for sure, I wasn’t letting Bill get another dollar
I’m very sleep deprived, since I didn’t get much of it last night. I
kept going over everything that had happened. It kept me tossing and
turning in my bed, my thoughts going back to Matt.
I look the manager in the eye. “I need two thousand of it in cash
Then I hand a small piece of paper with Frank’s requested amount and
account number over to him. “This amount put into that account
number.” After he takes the first small paper, I hand him another with
Matt’s account number. “The rest is to be transferred into this account
number. Both of which are current accounts here at your facility.”
Eyes wide open, he asks, “What do you mean by the rest,
I had a feeling this would happen and was prepared for it.
With a strong stern voice, I say emphatically, “I. Mean. All. Of.
What’s. Left,” indicating just how serious I am.
With a horrified look on his face, unbelieving what he’s heard, he
protests, “But, that would mean emptying out your account
completely, ma’am.” His response is just as shocked, as I’m staring
I have a feeling he’s going to play this game with me all morning
if I let him.
“I know. I’m looking at it as a very generous donation to someone
who really needs it. It’s only money,” I say, trying to sound like I don’t
care. “I’m pretty sure with my fiancé being my manager, there will be
plenty more to fill it up again soon,” I say with a sarcastic smile on my
He still looks skeptical, but easily gives up.
“Okay,” he states with an apprehensive look, and tries to hold
himself together as well as he can. “I’ll get the documentation for you
to sign, authorizing the transfer.”
He quickly stands up and heads to his office door. Once he’s left
his office, I dig into my purse for my phone and I shoot off a text to
I need a favor. A
After a minute, I receive a response.
What’s up? M
I’m going to put some money in your account for safekeeping. A
Why my account? M
I need someone I could trust, is that you? A
He doesn’t respond immediately, and I’m sitting there thinking
maybe this might be a bad idea after all. But, then I hear the ping of a
Of course, Pinkie Promise. M
That’s when I blank out and I’m suddenly pulled into another
memory. I’m sitting on a bed in a little boy’s room and there is a small
child sitting across from me on the bed. It’s Matt, his eyes are red and
swollen, like he’s been crying for a while, and he’s looking at me with
desperation on his face.
I tell him, “Everything is going to be all right, I’m here now and
I’m never leaving you.”
He stares into my eyes and says, “Promise?”
My response to him, without a doubt is, “Pinkie Promise.” Holding
out my pinkie and locking it with his, I hug him with a force promising
not to let go.
I hear the ping of my phone again, breaking me from the
memory, pulling me back to reality. Why is it that I get these memories
like that, randomly? I’m beginning to appreciate when I was dreaming
them, at least I didn’t spaz out like just did.
You still there? M
Yes. I’m still here, Pinkie Promise. A
Do you need my bank info? M
No, I already have it. A
How the hell did you get it? M
The same guy who gave me your address. ;-) A