“Damn.”Vincent sat on the sofa, his fixed stare never wavering from him. “Are you done?”Jacob huffed. “For now.”“So am I.” Vincent stood up and walked up to him, gave him a sideways frown, and then walked past him, heading to the guest room. Jacob cursed as he followed him. Once in there, Vincent picked up his clothes resting on the chair and began to get dressed.“What are you doing?” Jacob asked.Vincent didn’t look at him while he continued to slip on his pants. “What does it look like I am doing? I’m getting dressed and getting the hell out of here.”“Are you crazy?”Vincent quickly turned around and put his hands out in front of him. “No, I’m not crazy. I have amnesia.” He resumed buckling his belt. “Anyway, I don’t stay where I’m not wanted. You made that perfectly clear.”Jacob opened his mouth to speak but didn’t know how to respond. The fact was that what Vincent just said was the truth. Jacob had spent the last half hour talking to the hospital, then his partner, Troy.He got nowhere with any of the phone calls.
