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guessed. You know, Paris…Eiffel Tower…it seemed quite likely.”
    “Ah.” He nods with obvious disappointment, and we lapse into silence. To my slight relief, there’s a knock at the door and I call out, “Come in!”
    Nicole enters, holding a clipboard. “Just need to do a quick blood pressure check—” She breaks off as she sees Eric holding my hand. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
    “Don’t worry!” I say. “This is Nicole, one of the nurses who’s been looking after me.” I gesture around the room. “This is my mum, and sister…and my husband, who’s called”—I meet her eyes significantly—“Eric.”
    “Eric!”
Nicole’s eyes light up. “Very nice to meet you, Eric.”
    “It’s a pleasure.” Eric nods at her. “I’m eternally grateful to you for looking after my wife.”
    Wife.
My stomach flips over at the word. I’m his wife. This is all so grownup. I bet we have a mortgage, too. And a burglar alarm.
    “My pleasure.” Nicole gives him a professional smile. “Lexi’s a great patient.” She wraps the blood pressure cuff around my arm and turns to face me. “I’ll just pump this up….”
    “
He’s gorgeous!
” she mouths, giving me a surreptitious thumbs-up, and I can’t help beaming back.
    It’s true. My husband is officially gorgeous. I’ve never even had a
date
with anyone in his league before. Let alone get married to them. Let alone go and eat croissants in the George V hotel.
    “I’d very much like to make a donation to the hospital,” Eric says to Nicole, his deep, actory voice filling the room. “If you have any special appeal or fund…”
    “That would be wonderful!” exclaims Nicole. “We’ve got an appeal right now for a new scanner.”
    “Maybe I could run the marathon for it?” he suggests. “I run every year for a different cause.”
    I’m nearly bursting with pride. None of my other boyfriends has ever run the marathon. Loser Dave could barely make it from the sofa to the TV.
    “Well!” says Nicole, raising her eyebrows as she lets the blood pressure cuff deflate. “It’s a real pleasure to meet you, Eric. Lexi, your pressure looks fine…” She writes something on my notes. “Is that your lunch there?” she adds, noticing the untouched tray.
    “Oh yes. I forgot all about it.”
    “You must eat. And I’m going to ask everyone not to stay
too
much longer.” She turns to Mum and Amy. “I know you want to spend time with Lexi, but she’s still fragile. She needs to take it easy.”
    “I’ll do whatever it takes.” Eric clasps my hand. “I just want my wife well again.”
    Mum and Amy start to gather their things—but he stays put.
    “I’d like a few moments, just the two of us,” he says. “If that’s okay, Lexi?”
    “Oh,” I say with a dart of apprehension. “Er…fine!”
    Mum and Amy both come over to hug me good-bye, and Mum makes another quick attempt to straighten my hair. Then the door closes behind them and I’m left alone with Eric, in a still, strange silence.
    “So,” Eric says at last.
    “So. This is…weird.” I attempt a little laugh, which immediately peters out to nothing. Eric is gazing at me, his brow furrowed.
    “Have the doctors said whether you’ll ever retrieve your memories?”
    “They think I will. But they don’t know when.”
    Eric gets up and strides to the window, appearing lost in thought. “So it’s a waiting game,” he says at last. “Is there anything I can do to speed the process?”
    “I don’t know,” I say helplessly. “Maybe you could tell me some more about us and our relationship?”
    “Absolutely. Good idea.” He turns, his frame silhouetted against the window. “What do you want to know about? Ask me anything at all.”
    “Well…where do we live?”
    “We live in Kensington in a loft-style apartment.” He proclaims the words as though they’re capitalized. “That’s my business. Loft-style living.” As he says the phrase
loft-style