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Chapter 8

I looked up from the puppy and scanned the almost empty rink for Jake. Found him! I was shocked to see him walking toward me slowly from the other side. He had on jeans and ones that looked really good on him. But the best part was watching him lazily walk over toward me, he had on an unbuttoned through over shirt and was buttoning the bottom up while his chest was still exposed. I wanted to touch him but instead I was frozen watching him while I gaped. He crossed the ice in regular shoes but no one yelled at him.
“Sorry.” he told me looking at my gaped mouth and following my gaze to his chest. I snapped my mouth shut and thought of what to say.

“Um no I don't mind, I mean...aren't you cold?” I asked desperately trying to regain composure.

“No, not really.” He told me how he had to leave the house in a rush when his dog ran off. I look down onto the puppy snuggling for warmth in my arms still. I slipped at the worst moment while holding his dog still and fell back. I really didn't want to fall on my butt and possible injure George right in front of Jake.

I felt my legs fall out from under me but I didn't hit the ground. Instead I was being lifted by Jake, one arm behind my neck and the other under my legs. I gripped the dog making sure he was fine. Jake smiled down on me and carried both the dog on me and myself off the ice and headed down into the snow. I realized he was taking me back underground again. I leaned into his hard chest and smiled to myself happily.

He walked down the stairs and when we got to the end he went to a couch that was set up on the other side. He hesitated looking down at me and then decide to put me down. The dog jumped from my lap and curled up on my left huddling in my sweater. Jake walked into the back hallway and made a left, I watched wanting to follow but I didn't. He came back with a light blanket and tossed it over me while sitting down to my right. I leaned over and laid my head against his shoulder. He sighed and shifted positions to where I couldn't lean on him. I gave him a confused look.

Sitting up I started to take my skates off since I didn't feel like skating any longer. “Come with me.” he instructed offering his hand, which I gladly took. He led me down the hall that he told me I wasn't allowed in last time. It was surprisingly warm compared to the outside and the ice rink. I was excited to see what was down here. I could see several turn offs from the hall and many doors. He took me into one to the left where it looked like a bedroom. I was really confused. “You live here?” I asked him. “Yeah.”

“But what about your family?” I said astonished.

“George is my family.”

“So you have no family?”

“No.” he replied looking down at the floor.

“And do you work?”

“Yea sort of.”

“Are you going to answer my questions one part at a time or are you going to avoid things and just give me the basic non responsive answers!”

“Well..I do work..and I...” I heard a bark from down in the back before he could finish and his head snapped up looking in the direction from where it came nervously. “What's that, you have another dog?”

“NO, I mean it's not mine.” I looked at him squinting my eyes and glaring as if to say tell me right now! Then I brightened up and exclaimed, “you own a dog boarding business!”

“Sure in a sense.” I asked for him to take me to see it and he refused telling me I'm not allowed. I retorted that I wasn't allowed in here last time and now I am. We stared at each other eye to eye, leaned in close waiting for one to turn their gaze else where. He smiled and I laughed and then he embraced me suddenly and I did the same back to him.

He was warm and his hug comforting, like something I've felt before. I pressed into him as he held me tight but it was brief. Just when I felt like it was like deja' vu and I would remember something he broke the embrace lightly pushing me away and turning shy. I watched him turn his back and go sit on the bed. “How did you know my real name?” I decided now was as good a time as ever to ask him.

“I want the truth as to how you knew and why you seem familiar. Why does your dog seem to like me so much and how is it so easy to take to you. You did trust me fairly quickly too.” I continued questioning him as he still gave no response or look in my direction. Finally I went and sat next to him to get his attention. I had no fear of him or being alone with him, I knew some how I could trust him and he would never hurt me. He looks over at me and stares into my eyes locking me in a tumbling freeze of time where I wanted to stay forever. I feeling of completeness over whelmed me and familiarity of his caring eyes warmed me to the core.

“Okay.” he says finally and breaks his hold over me. “I can't tell you everything, most you have to remember on your own.” He continues on, “I know your name, and I know you, as well as my dog. We have both known you for a long time. From you past. And the rest you have to be on your own.” he told me basically he wouldn't tell me anymore, yet it was still comforting. “Wait, how do I know you? Do you know why I lost my memory? And how did we meet, you know..before I lost my memory. Oh and one last thing....” my eyes lower solemnly. “Am I very different from before?”

He took my wrist and looked at it. Then hands it back saying “you don't look very different to me, how about you?” he smiled and lightened the mood and I laughed slightly, thankful. “We met because of George, similar to the same way we met again recently. There is more to it then that but that is all you need to know about that. As for who I am to you, it does not matter who I was to you, just who I am to you now.” he said the second part with out looking directly into my eyes. Then paused to restrain his emotion showing in his eyes, that I happen to catch. It was a deep sorrow and longing, and I felt the same. He took a deep breath and continued with a sigh, “you losing you memory, well no one can help you, because only Sarah and you were there. And for the last thing, the serious answer is, you are very much the same as before.” he smiled with this and felt extremely lighter knowing some about myself, and having someone from my past.

“Who is Sarah?” I asked. “And what happened to her?”