It wasn’t al that uncommon to wake up to the feel of a soft, female breast under his cheek as he did now. It wasn’t uncommon for him not to remember what he’d done, where he was or how he’d gotten there. What was uncommon was that he woke up with the nagging feeling that this time it was important he remember al these things. He also needed to remember someone’s name. But first, he needed to throw up. Once he’d crawled outside and accomplished that he felt a bit better. It was dawn and the waking birds were making an ungodly racket. Stian didn’t quite have the energy to shake his fist at them but the noise did cause him to look around. He saw the hil side, the ancient trees, the trickle of water that bubbled out of the rock face and flowed down into the smal pool next to the cave. The cave. How had he gotten to the cave? As he struggled to his feet, he saw his horse calmly cropping spring grass. As he walked toward it, the gelding raised its head to give him a questioning nicker.
