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to her the night before, too.
She nibbled her toast, but she didn’t have any appetite. She picked up her plate and carried it back into the small galley-style kitchen. Glossy, black granite counters lined one wall, and there was every appliance a cook could ask for, all in ultramodern brushed stainless steel. The room was ultramodern, but no one seemed to have ever used all the luxuries. The cupboards were practically bare. And the fridge had only a few items on its many racks.
She supposed that wasn’t particularly strange—she couldn’t picture either Rhys or Sebastian being big culinary aficionados. They were probably the type who grabbed a bite on the go—one thing she did know for sure, these two brothers were rich. Her judgment about Rhys when she’d first seen him in the bar had been accurate. His home screamed culture and sophistication. A far cry from where she’d grown up, in an ancient Victorian with half the old rooms used as a funeral parlor .
She wandered back into the dining room, which was so different from the kitchen. When she was in this room she felt as if she had somehow fallen into a time warp and sat in a grand dining hall in an ancient English manor.
One of the doors, which connected the dining room from the hallway, opened, and Sebastian strolled in. Considering his brother was acting more than a little weird, he looked very calm.
“First, you will be happy to know you aren’t married to my brother,” he told her.
Jane had already, more or less, made up her mind that they couldn’t be married. But the relief she’d expected to feel at the confirmation wasn’t as strong as she’d thought it would be.
But before she could wonder at her lack of reaction, Sebastian added, without any real concern in his voice, “He has amnesia and apparently thinks he’s a viscount from nineteenth century England .”
“What?”
“Yup.” Sebastian came to sit at the table across from her. “He can’t remember much of anything about his present life.”
She frowned at his wording, but he quickly added, “I guess
present
isn’t the right phrase—his real life.”
Jane nodded. She’d seen television movies about amnesia, but those depictions were fictional. Or maybe they weren’t. This sounded as fantastic as any movie she’d seen. “Is this how amnesia usually works?”
Sebastian shrugged. “Amnesia can manifest itself in many different ways.”
Again Jane was struck by Sebastian’s cavalier attitude toward Rhys’s problem. A viscount from England ? That seemed like a reason to worry to her. “Shouldn’t he go to a doctor? What if this is something more?”
Sebastian looked a little ill at ease, but the expression disappeared almost before Jane saw it. “We have a family physician. I called him. I explained Rhys’s behavior, and he told me it was amnesia.”
“Without seeing him?”
“He said there was really nothing else it could be.”
“But what if he has an injury to his head? Something that needs medical attention?” She couldn’t believe a doctor would make a diagnosis like that over the phone.
“He is going to come see Rhys. Tomorrow. But he didn’t think Rhys should leave the apartment, because—since he does believe he’s from another time period, the current world, cars, skyscrapers, that sort of thing might freak him out. Apparently that could be devastating to Rhys.”
Jane supposed that was reasonable. And these men certainly appeared to have enough money to get a doctor to make a house call.
“Well, it’s good the doctor believes that he will be fine. Did he give you a time frame when you could expect Rhys’s condition to improve?”
Sebastian shook his head. “No. He will get better, but it could be weeks, or months.”
Her heart went out to Rhys. The poor confused man. That was a horrible way to live. Her father hadn’t been completely delusional, but he had wanted so desperately to believe that Jane’s mother was still alive that he’d
She nibbled her toast, but she didn’t have any appetite. She picked up her plate and carried it back into the small galley-style kitchen. Glossy, black granite counters lined one wall, and there was every appliance a cook could ask for, all in ultramodern brushed stainless steel. The room was ultramodern, but no one seemed to have ever used all the luxuries. The cupboards were practically bare. And the fridge had only a few items on its many racks.
She supposed that wasn’t particularly strange—she couldn’t picture either Rhys or Sebastian being big culinary aficionados. They were probably the type who grabbed a bite on the go—one thing she did know for sure, these two brothers were rich. Her judgment about Rhys when she’d first seen him in the bar had been accurate. His home screamed culture and sophistication. A far cry from where she’d grown up, in an ancient Victorian with half the old rooms used as a funeral parlor .
She wandered back into the dining room, which was so different from the kitchen. When she was in this room she felt as if she had somehow fallen into a time warp and sat in a grand dining hall in an ancient English manor.
One of the doors, which connected the dining room from the hallway, opened, and Sebastian strolled in. Considering his brother was acting more than a little weird, he looked very calm.
“First, you will be happy to know you aren’t married to my brother,” he told her.
Jane had already, more or less, made up her mind that they couldn’t be married. But the relief she’d expected to feel at the confirmation wasn’t as strong as she’d thought it would be.
But before she could wonder at her lack of reaction, Sebastian added, without any real concern in his voice, “He has amnesia and apparently thinks he’s a viscount from nineteenth century England .”
“What?”
“Yup.” Sebastian came to sit at the table across from her. “He can’t remember much of anything about his present life.”
She frowned at his wording, but he quickly added, “I guess
present
isn’t the right phrase—his real life.”
Jane nodded. She’d seen television movies about amnesia, but those depictions were fictional. Or maybe they weren’t. This sounded as fantastic as any movie she’d seen. “Is this how amnesia usually works?”
Sebastian shrugged. “Amnesia can manifest itself in many different ways.”
Again Jane was struck by Sebastian’s cavalier attitude toward Rhys’s problem. A viscount from England ? That seemed like a reason to worry to her. “Shouldn’t he go to a doctor? What if this is something more?”
Sebastian looked a little ill at ease, but the expression disappeared almost before Jane saw it. “We have a family physician. I called him. I explained Rhys’s behavior, and he told me it was amnesia.”
“Without seeing him?”
“He said there was really nothing else it could be.”
“But what if he has an injury to his head? Something that needs medical attention?” She couldn’t believe a doctor would make a diagnosis like that over the phone.
“He is going to come see Rhys. Tomorrow. But he didn’t think Rhys should leave the apartment, because—since he does believe he’s from another time period, the current world, cars, skyscrapers, that sort of thing might freak him out. Apparently that could be devastating to Rhys.”
Jane supposed that was reasonable. And these men certainly appeared to have enough money to get a doctor to make a house call.
“Well, it’s good the doctor believes that he will be fine. Did he give you a time frame when you could expect Rhys’s condition to improve?”
Sebastian shook his head. “No. He will get better, but it could be weeks, or months.”
Her heart went out to Rhys. The poor confused man. That was a horrible way to live. Her father hadn’t been completely delusional, but he had wanted so desperately to believe that Jane’s mother was still alive that he’d
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