Wife To A Stranger

Daphne Clair

Литагент HarperCollins EUR

Stranger in her bed Capri recognized the handsome man in front of her as her husband. She knew his name was Rolfe, but other than that he was a complete stranger to her. In fact, she could remember nothing at all about her life, prior to waking up in the hospital bed. Perhaps all she needed was to get home to New Zealand and her memory would return. It didn't, despite some shocking revelations about herself and her marriage.One thing she did know: whatever their marital problems might have been, the chemistry between them was as strong as ever. But how could she sleep with a man she barely knew - even if he was her husband?

Table of Contents

Cover Page (#u4da04b67-ad54-53cf-b82a-09a273c24ae7)

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About the Author (#u401eff15-161d-5a55-b3e2-9ab2bebf5994)

Title Page (#ub2c1381a-1c5b-5bd6-aa10-c48366a0438a)

CHAPTER ONE (#uaabaab3f-09f1-5a79-a9c3-b7e4ecfe6bb6)

CHAPTER TWO (#ua100a344-1324-5efd-845d-43163fc76306)

CHAPTER THREE (#ubb1f9968-a0e6-53c8-8f93-6afc2ed773f4)

CHAPTER FOUR (#u5a49396b-6195-5692-aa67-9cfe8e0449fd)

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“You don’t want to take this further?”

She stared numbly at him, hectic color burning her cheeks. “N-not now,” she said.

“What are you afraid of? It’s not like you.”

Capri tried to smile, but her lips trembled. “Isn’t it? I wouldn’t know.”

“You don’t remember ever making love?”

“No,” she admitted. “I suppose that seems silly, when you…”

Her voice trailed off. He knew her intimately, had for more than two years.

“No…it’s not silly,” Rolfe said. “Kind of bizarre, but I find it rather intriguing.”

DAPHNE CLAIR lives in subtropical New Zealand, with her Dutch-born husband. They have five children. At eight years old she embarked on her first novel, about taming a tiger. This epic never reached a publisher, but metamorphosed male tigers still prowl the pages of her romances. She has won literary prizes for short stories and nonfiction, and has also published poetry. As Laurey Bright she writes for Silhouette. Daphne welcomes letters to Box 18240, Glen Innes, Auckland, Aotearoa/New Zealand.

Wife To A Stranger

Daphne Clair

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CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_4654d4d5-4157-58d6-b202-31cb1f6c9233)

IT WAS a small room. The man standing at the window with his back to her looked big by contrast. His broad shoulders hunched slightly under a crumpled white linen shirt, and his hands were thrust into the pockets of navy trousers, tautening the fabric over lean hips.

From the bed she could see only a washed-denim sky, the pale, peeling trunk of a gum tree, and a dusting of opaque clouds between the green cotton curtains. She wondered what he was looking at.

Pulling her gaze from him, she examined the room. There was a hard-looking tan leather chair, with a burgundy tie draped carelessly over its back as though the man had discarded it there some time ago. On the plain cream wall opposite the bed hung a cheap print of an English country cottage. A white-painted locker by her bed held a water jug and a glass.

It was a hospital room.

Perhaps she made some faint sound, or he heard a stirring of the bedclothes. The man turned, starkly silhouetted against the light from outside.

‘Capri,’ he said, his voice deep and unsurprised. ‘So you decided to come back.’

‘Back?’