A Wyoming Christmas To Remember
She couldn't remember anything… Except her love for him. Maddie Wolfe can’t remember a single thing about her life…or her husband, Sawyer. But when they find themselves caring for his newborn twin nephews, and with electricity crackling between them, will Sawyer finally give Maddie the family of her dreams—and his?
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She couldn’t remember anything...
Except her love for him.
Stricken with temporary amnesia, Maddie Wolfe can’t remember a single thing about her life...or her boy-next-door husband, Sawyer. But even with electricity crackling between them, it turns out their fairy tale’s careening toward disaster. When Sawyer’s unexpectedly thrust into caring for his newborn twin nephews, will he finally change his mind about being a dad and give Maddie the family of her dreams—and his?
MELISSA SENATE has written many novels for Mills & Boon and other publishers, including her debut, See Jane Date, which was made into a TV movie. She also wrote seven books for Mills & Boon True Love line under the pen name Meg Maxwell. Her novels have been published in over twenty-five countries. Melissa lives on the coast of Maine with her teenage son; their rescue shepherd mix, Flash; and a lap cat named Cleo. For more information, please visit her website, melissasenate.com
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ISBN: 978-1-474-09176-3
A WYOMING CHRISTMAS TO REMEMBER
© 2019 Melissa Senate
Published in Great Britain 2019
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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As always, for Max, with love.
Contents
Note to Readers
“You’re my husband?” Maddie Wolfe asked.
She tried to latch on to the word, for something, anything, to associate husband with the total stranger sitting at her bedside. The stranger holding her hand in both of his and looking at her with worried green eyes.
“My name is Sawyer Wolfe,” he said. “We’ve been married for seven years.”
“Sawyer Wolfe. Seven years,” she repeated. “And I’m Maddie Wolfe?” She hadn’t even known that until he’d told her when she’d woken up just a couple minutes ago with no idea who she was, where she was or who he was. Her mind, where her identity and memories should be, was a big blank nothing.
She glanced from him to what was beside her bed—quietly beeping hospital machines, an IV pole. A television mounted on the beige-yellow wall. A long, wide window. A miniature Christmas tree decorated with garland and ornaments on the windowsill and so many poinsettia plants—pink, red, white—she couldn’t even count them. There were even more bouquets of flowers.
I’m in a hospital, she realized, reaching up to the goose egg on her forehead and the deep scratch beside it. That would explain why her head felt so woozy and achy. And maybe why her mind was so blank. I’m...she thought, trying to come up with her name on her own.
