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"Baby, she already feels some connection about wanting to own a restaurant. Though she
never has, being in that atmosphere just may trigger deeper memories." Belinda reasoned.
Aaron's brown eyes shifted from his wife to Wink and finally, he nodded. "I can't argue with
that one."
"So you approve?" Wink asked.
"I'll think about it."
Belinda was ecstatic. "Oh, thank you Honey!" She cried, hugging Aaron tightly, knowing he
was sold on the idea.
"Didn't I say I'd think about it?" Aaron said, holding his wife close.
***
Dom jumped out of bed early the next morning. Knowing that it was the day she would be
released from the hospital, had made it difficult to get a restful night s sleep. After showering,
Dom stood in front of the bathroom's mirror. At first, she simply stood there staring at her
reflection.
Who are you? She asked the image facing her. Though she was looking forward to what was
in store, a new home and a possible job, there was her past. A past she had no clue about. Where
did she come from? Were there children? A husband? The questions, none of which she had
answers to, only frustrated her. Not wanting anything to ruin what proved to be a wonderful day,
Dom shook away her disturbing thoughts.
She grabbed a thick, white towel from the rack next to the shower and concentrated on
drying off. When she turned her back towards the mirror, she caught sight of a small, but
noticeable white mark. Backing closer to the mirror, she had to squint just to get a better look.
The mark was surrounded by what appeared to be a fading bruise on the lower left side of her
back. Though the purplish bruise would surely fade in time, the same could not be said for the
white scar. It was there to stay.
Dominique frowned and pressed her hand against the mark. The moment she touched it, she
saw an image flash before her eyes. It was as though she were watching a movie that had been
fast forwarding at triple speed. A soft gasp escaped her and she pulled her hand away as though
she'd been burned.
CHAPTER FIVE
Several months had passed since Dominique's release from the hospital. While there had
been small spurts of memories, they were largely related to the plane crash. During that time;
however, Dom prospered in her role as manager of Wink Broderick's restaurant, 'The Terrace'.
There, everyone simply knew her as Kyla. Although Aaron and Belinda constantly questioned
her about the name, Dom still had no clue. Though they were concerned that working at The
Terrace hadn't sparked any memories beyond the crash, they were pleased that she had
something to occupy her time. Still, for all the good in her life, Dominique was more worried
than anyone that she would never remember. Aside from the quick flashes she'd had in relation
to the scar on her back, there had been nothing.
"Listen, I need to tell you something." Dom said, one afternoon, while she and Belinda were
folding the wash in the laundry room.
"Spill it." Belinda ordered, as she pulled a fluffy red towel from the dryer.
Dom hoisted herself on top of the washer. "Well, when I got out of the hospital that day, I
had some kind of...flash. A quick one."
Belinda forgot about the wash and turned to face Dom. "Was anything familiar?"
Dom shook her head. "No, it was so fast. I've been seeing the same thing ever since that day
and I can't understand it."
After a moment, Belinda shrugged. "It's probably something else from the crash." She
figured.
"That's what I thought." Dom sighed. "But I just don't think that's it."
***
During the last several months, Trin had also become somewhat settled with his life. He was
far more secure in his role as CEO of Morton and Farber. Already, there had even been talk of a
possible partnership in the near future.
As a result, Trin was never at a loss for work. Business became his life and he relished it. He
was respected by outside business associates as well as his own co-workers. As far as his
personal life was concerned, there were plenty of women ready to make it as fulfilling as his
business life was. Most of them were aware of how much Trin adored his late wife. Dominique
Salem's life could have been compared with that of a queen's for that was the way they all saw
the man treat her. As a result, women who knew him; not to mention those who met him for the
first time, were eager to become the love interest of such a gorgeous, powerful man.
Still, Trin wasn't at all interested. He missed Dominique more every day, but knew he would
have to move on eventually. For the time, though, he was content spending his nights
alone...remembering Dom.
That afternoon, while his wife was in another time zone talking with his cousin over
laundry, Trin was alone in his office with the drapes drawn. The day would have been their
fourth anniversary. Every year, they took off on some kind of exotic, erotic trip. The plan was to
get away and see the sights of someplace they had never been. However most, if not all, of their
time was spent in the hotel room with a Do Not Disturb sign on the door. As those sweet
memories filled his mind, Trin's depression reasserted itself. In an effort to escape the feeling, he
left his office.
"Thanks for squeezing me in, Doc."
Doctor Calvin Starks waved one hand toward his patient. "We were very lucky my earlier
patient had to cancel." He remarked, while attempting to situate his short, stout frame in the
cushioned tweed armchair. "I had a feeling you might want a session today." He noted.
Trin propped his elbow along the arm of the matching tweed sofa he occupied. He rested his
chin on his fist and regarded his therapist with a strange look. "What made you think that?"
"Well," Dr. Starks drawled, peering through his gold-rimmed spectacles, at the pad he held,
"my earlier notes indicate you mentioning that today is your fourth anniversary to your late
wife."
Trin's long lashes fluttered and a deep shiver surged upwards along his spine. Hearing
Dominique being referred to as 'late , made him feel numb. "I always took her on a trip to
celebrate." he recalled, his memories returning to the various romantic trips they had taken.
"Are the happier memories helping you to cope?" Dr. Starks asked.
Trin flashed the man a look of disbelief. "Cope? Doc, I don't even know the meaning of the
word anymore. Those happy memories you're talkin' about make me feel even worse, if that's
possible." He added in a low voice as he stood from the sofa.
Dr. Starks chewed on the cap of his black ballpoint, before leaning forward in his chair.
"Trinidad, I understand how your actions toward Dominique are affecting your ability to handle
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