Hide My Memories: A Romantic Suspense Thriller Series (Hide Me Series Book 1) by Lisa Ladew
Authors: Lisa Ladew
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relaxing.”
Katerina laughed at his enthusiasm. "Do you cook?"
"Do I cook? Do I cook?" he asked in mock indignation.
"Do you? Do you?" she answered, giggling. He always seemed to make her feel better immediately.
He fake growled at her under heavy eyebrows. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see."
At the grocery store, Katerina protested almost constantly. West filled an entire cart. Finally, she gave up. Either they were going to get to the register and he was going to ask her to pay for half of it, and she would be forced to admit her shameful situation, or he already knew. Somehow, she guessed the latter. He wasn't stupid.
At the register, like she had thought, he whipped out a credit card and made the bill disappear. Katerina swallowed her pride, and followed him to the parking lot, helping him load the bags into his truck. The list of things he did for her just kept growing longer and longer. She'd never be able to pay him back for everything.
On the way home, her phone buzzed. She glanced at it. Jordan. Oh God, she hadn't talked to Jordan in days. But she didn't want to talk to her now either. She didn't want to tell her everything that had been going on. Jordan was a bit of a drama queen and would probably do something crazy, like try to get Katerina to move in with her. But then she would be putting Jordan in danger too. No way. She made a mental note to text back something innocuous when she arrived home, and put the phone away.
Once they were back at her apartment, Katerina grabbed three bags of groceries and headed up the stairs. She thought they would make a couple of trips, but when she had her door unlocked she turned around and saw West with every single bag of groceries hanging off his arms. She could see the bag straps biting into his skin. She laughed and rushed forward to help him.
They loaded all the groceries into the kitchen and Katerina tried to stifle the twinges of guilt as she put the food away in her cabinets. West pulled out her cookware and started right away on a from-scratch lasagna. Katerina watched him work, appreciating the way his body moved under his simple T-shirt and jeans.
Without turning to look at her, West started talking, almost to himself. "I think we should get more proactive."
Katerina's eyebrows furrowed together. "How?"
"Well, I've been thinking about this since this morning. I wonder what would've happened if you had touched Pam's body?"
Katerina took a step backwards and sat down hard in a wooden chair next to the table. She hadn't thought about this at all. But she could see where his line of thought was going. "You think I'm psychic?"
"Well no, not in the traditional way, if there's a traditional way. But maybe you get an energy or something off of people. That must've been what made your mom so amazing too."
"My mom?" Katerina sputtered. "You think my mom was psychic?"
West turned and looked at her. "Yeah, wasn't she?"
"No! She wasn't. You talk like this is just a normal thing. Like half the people in the world are psychic or something. You believe in this kind of thing?"
West fixed her with a long look. "Yeah, a little bit. After you’ve been a paramedic for as long as I have, things happen that defy explanation. And when you see enough things that defy explanation, you start to think there must be more than what science tells us there is. Do you believe in miracles?"
"Miracles?" Was all that Katerina could say, her mind swirling with this information. West just looked at her blankly, so she tried harder, and really thought about it. "No, I guess I don't believe in miracles."
"I've seen two." He crossed the room and sat down next to Katerina. "Almost three years ago, we responded to a call. Me and my old partner. His name was Jay, and he was a big joker. Everything was funny. Nothing was ever serious to him. Until one day we got the call that nobody ever wants to get. A child drowned in the family swimming pool. We responded, and the child was laid
Katerina laughed at his enthusiasm. "Do you cook?"
"Do I cook? Do I cook?" he asked in mock indignation.
"Do you? Do you?" she answered, giggling. He always seemed to make her feel better immediately.
He fake growled at her under heavy eyebrows. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see."
At the grocery store, Katerina protested almost constantly. West filled an entire cart. Finally, she gave up. Either they were going to get to the register and he was going to ask her to pay for half of it, and she would be forced to admit her shameful situation, or he already knew. Somehow, she guessed the latter. He wasn't stupid.
At the register, like she had thought, he whipped out a credit card and made the bill disappear. Katerina swallowed her pride, and followed him to the parking lot, helping him load the bags into his truck. The list of things he did for her just kept growing longer and longer. She'd never be able to pay him back for everything.
On the way home, her phone buzzed. She glanced at it. Jordan. Oh God, she hadn't talked to Jordan in days. But she didn't want to talk to her now either. She didn't want to tell her everything that had been going on. Jordan was a bit of a drama queen and would probably do something crazy, like try to get Katerina to move in with her. But then she would be putting Jordan in danger too. No way. She made a mental note to text back something innocuous when she arrived home, and put the phone away.
Once they were back at her apartment, Katerina grabbed three bags of groceries and headed up the stairs. She thought they would make a couple of trips, but when she had her door unlocked she turned around and saw West with every single bag of groceries hanging off his arms. She could see the bag straps biting into his skin. She laughed and rushed forward to help him.
They loaded all the groceries into the kitchen and Katerina tried to stifle the twinges of guilt as she put the food away in her cabinets. West pulled out her cookware and started right away on a from-scratch lasagna. Katerina watched him work, appreciating the way his body moved under his simple T-shirt and jeans.
Without turning to look at her, West started talking, almost to himself. "I think we should get more proactive."
Katerina's eyebrows furrowed together. "How?"
"Well, I've been thinking about this since this morning. I wonder what would've happened if you had touched Pam's body?"
Katerina took a step backwards and sat down hard in a wooden chair next to the table. She hadn't thought about this at all. But she could see where his line of thought was going. "You think I'm psychic?"
"Well no, not in the traditional way, if there's a traditional way. But maybe you get an energy or something off of people. That must've been what made your mom so amazing too."
"My mom?" Katerina sputtered. "You think my mom was psychic?"
West turned and looked at her. "Yeah, wasn't she?"
"No! She wasn't. You talk like this is just a normal thing. Like half the people in the world are psychic or something. You believe in this kind of thing?"
West fixed her with a long look. "Yeah, a little bit. After you’ve been a paramedic for as long as I have, things happen that defy explanation. And when you see enough things that defy explanation, you start to think there must be more than what science tells us there is. Do you believe in miracles?"
"Miracles?" Was all that Katerina could say, her mind swirling with this information. West just looked at her blankly, so she tried harder, and really thought about it. "No, I guess I don't believe in miracles."
"I've seen two." He crossed the room and sat down next to Katerina. "Almost three years ago, we responded to a call. Me and my old partner. His name was Jay, and he was a big joker. Everything was funny. Nothing was ever serious to him. Until one day we got the call that nobody ever wants to get. A child drowned in the family swimming pool. We responded, and the child was laid
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