face, but he could see her dark blond hair, still wet from the creek. She was as pale as skim milk and on the thin side, judging from the outline of her body beneath the covers.
The woman stirred, groaning softly, and she touched her fingers to the bandage on the side of her head. Her eyes sprang open, and her gaze zoomed across the room, colliding with Rico’s.
Ah, hell.
The knot in his gut got significantly worse. “Gina?” he mumbled.
“You know her?” Dr. Landry immediately asked.
“Yeah. I know her,” Rico managed to say. Though it was hard to speak through clenched teeth. “She’s my wife.”
Wife.
The way Rico had said that made her seem like some kind of disease. Gina couldn’t blame him. It’d been four years since he’d last seen her, and they hadn’t exactly parted on friendly terms. What confused her, though, was why he’d called her his wife. They’d divorced ages ago.
The doctor closed the door and walked closer to her. But not Rico. He stayed back, glaring at her with those storm-gray eyes from beneath the brim of his black Stetson. He hadn’t changed much in the past four years. Same lanky build. Same midnight-colored hair. Same cowboy clothes. Except he wasn’t just a cowboy these days. That badge pinned to his jeans meant he was sheriff of Maverick Springs.
And that meant her situation had just gone from god-awful to downright impossible.
Too bad she had to deal with impossible right now. Her head was throbbing like a toothache, and she couldn’t think through all the pain.
“Gina?” Dr. Landry looked back at Rico, her expression asking him for more information. And he gave it all right.
“Her name is Gina Blake,” he growled. “It was Gina Geary,” Rico corrected in that same ornery tone. “But I don’t know what she’s going by these days.”
“You two are…estranged?” Dr. Landry asked.
“Yeah, that’s a good word for it,” Rico bit out.
Gina almost laughed. She was betting Rico could put a lot more labels on their relationship. Like “dumb idea”. “Stupid mistake”. And for him she was probably “good riddance”. He’d no doubt put her, their whirlwind courtship and equally whirlwind marriage behind him. She had, too. For the most part, anyway. But seeing him again brought all those memories of happiness and love bubbling to the surface.
Oh, mercy.
Why did he have to be the lawman of this town? And why was she feeling more than pain searing through her head?
Because she was stupid, that’s why.
She shouldn’t be feeling anything for Rico, especially this trickle of heat that went from her aching head all the way to her toes. Rico had always had her hormonal number, and her hormones obviously hadn’t gotten the memo about him being off limits.
The doctor turned toward Gina again. No gloom and doom expression for her. She had a soft, tentative smile, like someone trying to soothe a sick child. “Gina Geary? Do you remember your name now? And do you remember Rico?”
Gina would have to lie, of course, but she didn’t get a chance to do even that. Rico came closer, his snakeskin cowboy boots thudding on the cold, gray tiles. He stared down at her.
Nope, that was a glare.
Except his glare did soften a bit when his eyes landed on her bandaged head. Judging from the way he studied it, she had to look darn bad to get that softened look.
Rico mumbled some profanity, looked away. “I need to know everything you saw at the Slaughter Creek bridge. Who were the people that were killed, and who murdered them?”
“Remember that part about going easy on her,” Dr. Landry warned him, adding a scolding glance.
A glance and a warning that Rico ignored. He leaned in closer. Until he was right in Gina’s face. So close that she caught his scent, and she silently cursed that trickle of heat that got a little hotter.
Really? She had to deal with this heat along with her life hanging by a thread?
“Well?” Rico snarled. “Who murdered them?”
“I’m sorry.” Gina didn’t have to fake the tremble in her voice. It went along with the trembling in her body. “But I can’t help you.”
It was lying time, and she prayed she was good enough to pull it off. She had no other choice.
Because telling Rico the truth would get them both killed.
Rico nailed his attention on Gina. And not just on her expression but on what she’d said.
I’m sorry. But I can’t help you.
The words were right for someone with a head injury and memory loss. The injury was right, too. Around the edges of the bandage he could see a nasty bruise, the kind caused by blunt-force trauma. That definitely was the real deal.
So, if everything was right and real, why was he sure something about her was all wrong?
“You can’t help me, or you won’t?” he demanded.
Gina flinched a little. Then winced. Probably because the movement caused her head to hurt. “Can’t.”
She paused, studied him as if seeing him for the first time. She started with his Stetson and her gaze slid all the way to the rodeo buckle. Then, lower to his zipper area. It stayed there just a split-second before the color rose on her cheeks.
“I don’t remember anything that happened before I woke up in the ambulance,” she added. “Am I really your wife?”
He felt his jaw muscles tighten. “Yeah.” And that’s all he was going to say about that. No point going down that particular memory lane. “Tell me about the two dead people.”
But she didn’t get a chance to answer. There was a sharp knock at the door, and a moment later Marshal Dallas Walker stepped in. The lanky lawman’s gaze swept around the room until it landed on Gina.
“She can’t remember anything,” the doctor jumped in to say. With her palms out, she shooed them back toward the door. “And I don’t want either of you pestering her right now. In addition to that head injury, she’s dealing with an adrenaline crash.”
Rico didn’t doubt the crash, but that wouldn’t stop him from getting answers. In a minute or two, anyway. Rico wanted to hear what Dallas had to say first. The marshal motioned for Rico to step into the hall.
“Her name is Ellie Martin,” Dallas started, but his explanation ground to a quick halt as Rico shook his head.
