Chapter 17Georgia stared at the man sleeping in the armchair. His dark hair had fallen across his eyes. His full lips were slightly parted. In his relaxed state, his facial expression was that of an innocent boy. But he was no child. Who is he? Her eyes took in the length of his slim body with his long blue jeaned legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. No white coat, not a doctor. Not that a doctor would be sleeping in my room.
The man shifted in the chair and his hand slipped off the arm of the chair and into his lap. That's when she noted the ring on his finger; a white gold band with a yellow gold raven, a small diamond for an eye. Her eyes moved to her own hand and the identical ring she wore. Matching rings … wedding rings? The fact that she didn't know who she was had her con
