At Brian's questions, Robert explained to him what had happened the day before and how he had ended up in this shape. He also explained to him his marriage to Khaat. Brian was frustrated--frustrated that he had been alright just yesterday and now he wasn't. Frustrated that he didn't remember his life before, his wife, his kids, his home--it all seemed to be gone.
"What she must think of me now," he said quietly.
"It frightened her," Robert said. "She thought she watched you die. She feels numb right now, I think. You'll have to give her some time."
"The man with her. The blond dude. Who is he?"
"The 'dude' is her bodyguard."
"He ogles her--constantly."
"He's not ogling," Robert laughed gently. "That's what you hired him to do. To make sure she's safe."
"And exactly how close are they?"
"If you're asking if they are romantically involved, the answer is no. Absolutely not," Robert said. "The only man she ever even looks at is you. However, if you're asking if he's ever seen her naked, then yes. He has. Its part of the job. She has a paralyzed arm and now the other one is broken. He's helped her shower and dress, but that's as far as its gone."
"We don't have women to do that?" he frowned.
"When you get your memory back, you'll also remember that you have nothing to worry about," he smiled.
When they finished their breakfast, Marcus took her shopping in a little shop that had a variety of clothing and jewelry and gifts. Khaat saw some lovely sundresses. She liked two in particular. One was lace, the other one was crocheted. Marcus bought them for her.
He also found an antique moonstone, pearl, and diamond hair comb that he thought would look nice in her hair. It was locked up and set aside as one of the premier items in the store. It was exceptionally expensive, but Marcus asked to see it.
The clerk got it out of the case and handed it to him. Marcus reached up and set it set it into her hair. He liked the way it made her hair shine.
"I'll take it," he said to the clerk.
"There is a jewelry set that matches it," he told Marcus.
"I'd like to see it, please," Marcus said.
"It is very expensive, Sir," Marcus said.
"Please," Marcus repeated. The clerk got a wooden box out and opened it. The set was exquisite. Marcus checked it to be sure the stones were genuine. "I'll take it," he said.
"You didn't even ask the price," the clerk frowned.
"If I needed to ask the price, then chances are I couldn't afford it."
"Your wife will look lovely in it," he smiled. "You are truly a lovely couple, and you are a fortunate man."
"I am indeed," Marcus said, going along with the clerk's assumptions.
"How long have you been married?" the man asked. Khaat merely watched the exchange.
"Not nearly long enough," Marcus said, pretending to be affectionate to Khaat, stroking her cheek. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the men from the bar looking in at them from the street. He wanted this settled for them once and for all. He looked at her, and she wondered what the heck he was up to. She knew the look, though. It was his "follow along" look. He wanted to make sure the local men were watching and then he made sure he kissed her slowly, deeply. It surprised her, took her breath away. He saw the men in the street turn and walk away.
"You have disappointed many men, Senora," the clerk smiled.
"I certainly hope so," Marcus said.