To Tame a Cowboy

Ryan pushed the door open and gestured for Piper to enter first.

“Hi, Alex,” she greeted with a warm, kick-in-the-gut smile. “I wanted to check on you and I brought another one of your friends.”

“The police just left,” he told her. “I didn’t know if they were going to let visitors in or not.”

“I’m sure visitors are fine,” she told him, stepping aside so Alex could get a look at Ryan. “And I’m sure in no time you’ll be mobbed. You’ve had a lot of people worried to death about you.”

Alex’s dark eyes darted from Piper to Ryan, then back to Piper.

“Do you remember him?” Piper asked hopefully. “You guys are in the Texas Cattleman’s Club.”

“Sorry.” Alex shook his head. “I’m afraid I don’t.”

“It’s okay. I’m Ryan Grant.”

Ryan stepped toward the bed and still couldn’t believe his eyes. Alex truly was here. He was banged up and in desperate need of a haircut and shave, but the man some feared dead was actually alive.

“I think we should also tell you that someone else is coming to see you,” Piper said. “Cara Windsor.”

Ryan watched Alex for any sign of recognition. But nothing. Not a blink, not even an eye twitch.

“She’s your fiancée,” Ryan stated. “But if you’re not ready to see her, that’s fine. She’ll do whatever you want.”

“I felt she deserved to know you were alive,” Piper told Alex.

Alex leaned his head back against the stark white pillow. “Damn it. This is frustrating. I don’t even recognize my own fiancée’s name? What the hell happened to me?”

Piper patted his uninjured arm. “That’s what we’ll find out. Don’t push it, Alex. The memories will return. The doctors still aren’t sure if the memory loss is long or short term, but we will do everything we can to make sure you get your life back.”

“Would you rather we ask Cara to stay out right now?” Ryan asked. “Visitors are up to you. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Alex brought his tired gaze back to Ryan. “No. No. If seeing her will help trigger something, I’m all for it. Does she know about my condition?”

“The nurse who called Cara filled her in.” Piper slid her hands into the pockets of her navy work pants. “I’m sure she’ll be here anytime. Is there anything you want me to get you? How’s the pain?”

“The wrist hurts, but it’s tolerable since they gave me some pain meds when I got here.”

“Have you had any spark of a memory?” Ryan asked, coming to stand at the end of the bed.

“Nothing. I keep waiting for something... Anything.” Alex glanced at Piper. “So my name is Alex...”

“Santiago,” she supplied.

“And I have a fiancée?”

Piper nodded. “Cara Windsor.”

Ryan waited, but thankfully Piper didn’t mention any more about Cara or her father who wasn’t too keen on the idea of his baby girl’s engagement to Alex.

Alex may be a venture capitalist, investor and new member of the most elite men’s club in the U.S., but being a member of the Texas Cattleman’s Club still didn’t mean he was good enough for Cara...according to her father anyway.

Alex looked at Ryan. “And you say we’re members of some club?”

“The Texas Cattleman’s Club,” Ryan confirmed. “Do you recall any of the men there? Chance McDaniel or Gil Addison? Chance is your good friend and Gil is the TCC president.”

Alex ran a hand down his face. “I don’t know either of those names.”

Frustration hung heavy in the air and Ryan’s heart ached for his friend. So many people cared about Alex and would want to help him through this tough time, but would Alex want a bunch of strange faces all up in his business right now?

“Oh, God.”

At the veiled whisper, Piper and Ryan turned to the door to see Cara—pale face, hand covering her mouth, eyes wide. As if she realized there was an audience, she dropped her hand, straightened her shoulders and moved in with slow, easy steps, all the while never taking her eyes off the patient.

Ryan watched as Piper stepped aside and made room at the edge of the bed for Cara. Cara started to reach for Alex’s hand, but stopped as if she remembered he had no idea who she was to him.

“I can’t believe this,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ve prayed for so long. Wanted to believe you were okay, but not knowing...”