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spent the following day in a state of wary anticipation. Despite the depressed feeling he'd had the night before, he'd slept reasonably well and he'd awakened feeling infinitely brighter. At least he knew who he was, he told himself firmly. And from that basis, he would eventually rebuild his life.
    So far as his marriage was concerned, he was determined to be optimistic. If it had been going through a rocky patch—and he had only his instincts to go on—then the accident could work in its favour. If he and—dammit, what had Nurse Haynes said her name was?—Caitlin? That's right, Caitlin. If he and
Caitlin
were having problems, they'd have a chance to solve them. They were being given a new start, whether they wanted it or not.
    Before lunch, Dr Harper appeared, trailing his usual pack of interns. Evidently, his case had warranted some excitement in the medical school, and he was forced to lie there saying nothing, while every detail of his condition was brought out and discussed in embarrassing detail.
    Not that any conclusions were reached. Despite the fact that they all seemed to have an opinion on the matter, he knew there was no real treatment available. Harper had already broken the news that physicians were still largely uninformed about the way to treat amnesia, and his primary brief, so far as Nathan was concerned, was to ensure that his vital signs remained good and his prognosis positive.
    His determined optimism took a dive when afternoon visiting came and went with no sign of the woman they said was his wife. So far as his fellow patients were concerned, it was no big deal. Several of them didn't get any visitors, either, but he had been banking on her coming back and answering some of the questions that were now tormenting his brain. Who was he? What did he do? Where had he come from? And why had he been on the flight that had come to such an unhappy end?
    Even so, he refused to be too downhearted. Perhaps she had other things to do. What other things, he didn't care to speculate. The possibility that she hadn't travelled to New York alone was becoming a source of anxiety he refused to face.
    He barely touched his supper, earning a reproof from the ubiquitous Nurse Haynes. "Y'all should be thankful you're alive, Mr Wolfe," she declared, taking his pulse with impatient fingers. "If you're worried about losing your memory, just think how you'd have felt if you'd lost a limb!"
    He agreed that he wouldn't have been too happy, though in his present state of mind he felt as if it might have been the lesser of the two evils. At least a man who'd lost a leg or an arm knew what was happening. He didn't need a doctor to tell him his name.
    When his wife didn't appear for evening visiting, he knew he couldn't go on keeping his panic at bay. He couldn't think without resurrecting the ache in his temples, and although he was allowed to get out of bed to go to the washroom, his legs were so shaky he was practically in a state of collapse when he returned.
    Where was she? Who was she? What if she wasn't his wife at all, but some sicko who enjoyed making other people sweat? No, they'd said her name was Wolfe—Caitlin Wolfe—and that was his name. He had his passport to prove it, if nothing else.
    He slept badly in spite of the medication they insisted he swallow. And although his sleep was shallow, it was tormented by dreams. He had some crazy notion that he was looking in a mirror, but the man looking back at him wasn't himself.
    He tried to shave the next morning. Designer stubble might look good on some hunk with a Miami tan, but on his pale face it just looked dirty. The trouble was, his hands shook so badly he ended up with a string of cuts, and his pallor wasn't improved by so much blood.
    Still, what the hell, he thought, crawling back into bed, it wasn't as if anyone cared how he looked. This morning he had no expectations of a visit from his "wife." Whoever she was, she was keeping out of his way.
    Yet, lying