Eva turned to him. “Have them back? What did I do to them?”
“You were upset.” He shook his head. “It was my fault.”
“What? What did I do?”
“We had an argument. You left.”
“And chucked out my rings?”
Liam only sighed.
Eva felt horrible. She acted like a bratty kid. “And my clothes too? My stuff?”
“It’s my fault, love. I shouldn’t make you upset.”
“What were we fighting about?”
“I don’t think we should discuss it right now. You’re recovering. Doctor Hall will have my neck if he finds out I let you strain yourself.”
Eva stared at the rings. They were beyond beautiful. And from the look of them, each ring cost a great deal of money. Her gaze cut to Liam’s ring finger. He was wearing an identical wedding ring. His and hers. A pair. Wedded. For better or for worse. Why on Earth would she throw away the symbol of their union? Had she lost her mind?
“So what? We had a fight and I decided to throw away my rings and all my clothes and walk away naked?”
Her theory earned a chuckle from him. “You were wearing your clothes when you left. Rosa had to throw them out because they were covered in mud.”
“What did I do?”
“You walked in the wood and fell and bumped your head. Hades found you.”
“Hades?”
“Our dog. A retriever.”
“Oh.” Eva clutched her chest. “Liam, I feel horrible for all this.”
“Hey, it’s not your fault. I told you I was being a dick. Will you forgive me?”
She couldn’t say no. Especially when she didn’t remember anything. How could he say this was his fault when so far, he had been nothing but nice. “I’m sorry too for being so childish.” She hugged him and buried her face in the hollow of his throat. Liam stiffened for a second before wrapping his arms around her, drawing her deeper into his embrace. She could hear his heartbeat as his warmth radiated from his body and enveloped hers bliss
fully. “How did we meet, Liam?”
“At Navy Pier.”
Eva straightened. “Oh, what did I do? How?”
“I have a yacht in the pier. One morning, I went to the deck and saw you floating in the water. I went in to get you and took you to the hospital. You don’t remember anything about how you got there.”
“What? When did this happen?”
“About a month ago. The police are working on your case. If it’s any consolation, I also employed a private investigator. I didn’t think you got into the water by accident.”
“Do you think someone was trying to kill me?”
“One of the possibilities.”
“And how about the police? Can’t they check my fingerprints for ID?”
“Nothing came out in the system. Listen, this is why I want to take things slowly. Everything will come back to you eventually.”