Remember Me(18)

Kenny stood up and pocketed the piece of paper. “Thank you.”

“Take care of yourself and if you need anything at all, my office door is always open. I’m serious, Kenny, don’t hesitate to come to me for anything.”

“I appreciate it.” Taking a deep breath, Kenny headed toward the door.

Kenny wrapped his hand around the knob and pulled the door open. He was about to step into the hallway when Gideon spoke. “By the way, the presents are from Michael for your birthday. He put the flowers and gift box on your car yesterday, hoping that you would come by the club. Happy birthday, Kenny.”

“Thanks,” he whispered as he stepped out into the hallway and automatically closed it behind him.

He stood there for a moment, trying to figure out what his next move should be. Gideon had just confirmed what he’d already assumed. The gifts were from Michael. Why had the man left birthday gifts on his car? What had happened on Saturday night? It had to be significant.

He could either go home or pay a visit to Michael. It was a no-brainer. He wanted to see the polar bear. With a renewed sense of confidence, Kenny strolled down the hallway and jogged down the stairs. He didn’t stop until he was back outside. Waving to Montana, Kenny stayed on his course. He unlocked the driver’s side door and picked up the bouquet, moving the flowers to the passenger seat, and he sat down.

Kenny pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket as he buckled up and started the engine. Within a couple of minutes, he was back on the road, driving toward Michael’s home.

What would the polar bear think about him showing up at his door uninvited? At this point, Kenny wasn’t sure if it mattered. Michael was the only man that knew exactly what happened and Kenny really hoped that by seeing him and talking, his memory would return.





Chapter 8




Michael woke up tired. He kept his eyes closed, willing himself back to sleep, but nothing worked. His stomach growled and groaned, keeping him awake. After almost an hour, Michael rolled out of bed and shuffled his way toward the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, he pulled out a carton of eggs, a package of bacon, and a loaf of bread. He set everything on the counter and started making himself something to eat. As a polar bear shifter, he rarely missed a meal, but the stress from the weekend kept him from ingesting food and from sleeping for longer than an hour at a time.

When Damon told him that Kenny was home safe, Michael had been able to fall asleep. When he woke up after a couple of hours, Michael got dressed and went shopping. He didn’t want to see Kenny empty handed. As the young man’s mate, it was his job to take care of Kenny and pamper him. Michael picked up a bouquet of wild flowers in memory of his mate’s wonderful scent. As he was walking down the street, a polar bear charm caught his eye and Michael bought it, hoping that Kenny wouldn’t think it was too feminine.

Even though he wasn’t scheduled to work, he went to the Silver Bullet and placed the items on Kenny’s car. He wanted to see the man’s honest reactions when he arrived to pick up his vehicle. Michael hung around all day and night, hoping that Kenny would show up, but he never did.

Concern and worry consumed him until Michael got inside his vehicle and drove to Kenny’s apartment. He didn’t want to seem like a creeper, but Kenny was his mate and the human’s safety was Michael’s number one responsibility. Michael had checked the windows until he spotted a lump lying on top of the bed. After that, he quickly left, feeling like a total nut case.

Michael was having a hard time keeping his distance. Everything inside of him told him to go to the human. He wanted to claim and mark the man, sealing the bond between them. But even with all of that, the logical side of Michael’s mind told him to give Kenny some time to adjust to the trauma that had happened.

“Hey,” Damon grumbled as he walked into the kitchen.

“Hey, man, do you want some breakfast?” Michael asked, turning away from the stove.

“Yeah, thanks.” He pulled out a chair and dropped into it. “I need to head to the tattoo shop soon. I’ve got an appointment.”

Turning back toward the stove, Michael started cracking eggs, “Three eggs or four?”

“Three is good,” Damon mumbled.

“I hope scrambled is okay.” He wasn’t much of a cook, but at least he could make a few decent things so he wouldn’t starve.

“Perfect. Have you heard anything from Kenny?”

“Nope.” He shook his head. “I left his birthday present on his car so I’m hopeful he’ll at least ask someone at the club.”

“Are you going to check on him again today?”