A Wyoming Christmas to Remember

By: Melissa Senate


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?





“It’s not actually about what you want, Sawyer.”

“So what you’re saying is that I can’t win?” That came out sharper than he intended. They weren’t supposed to be arguing. Maddie needed her head to settle; she needed rest. Not this. He turned away, barely able to take it—that they were back in this place, arguing.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I don’t really know anything, do I?”

Dammit. He walked over to her side of the bed where she was sitting, and he held out his arms. She bit her lip and looked up at him, then stood and walked right into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around her, resting his head atop hers, and hell if he didn’t feel tears stinging his eyes. “I’m just so grateful you’re alive, Maddie. That we have a second chance. That’s the truest thing I know.”

She raised her head and looked at him, then kissed him on the lips, just a peck, but a kiss nonetheless. Then she got into bed and drew the down comforter up to her neck.

He slipped in beside her knowing there was no way he’d get a wink of sleep tonight.

* * *

THE WYOMING MULTIPLES:

Lots of babies, lots of love





 Dear Reader,

When thirty-two-year-old married Maddie Wolfe loses her memory in a winter storm, she can’t remember anything about her husband of seven years: Sawyer Wolfe, Wedlock Creek, Wyoming, police chief. She wakes up in the local clinic and handsome Sawyer is there, worried and holding her hand—but there’s no wedding ring on her finger. Why? She has a lot of questions. And Sawyer doesn’t seem in a rush to answer!

But he tells her everything—that their marriage was on the rocks. That he hopes this can be a second chance. And when his brother drops off his infant twins at their house right before Christmas—and doesn’t return—Sawyer’s feelings about becoming a father are tested in ways he never imagined. Suddenly, Mr. and Mrs. Wolfe truly do have a second chance.

I hope you enjoy Maddie and Sawyer’s story! I love to hear from readers. Hop on over to my website, melissasenate.com, for more info and write me at [email protected] with comments and questions or just to say hello. Also, feel free to follow me on Twitter, @MelissaSenate, and friend me on Facebook, Facebook.com/melissasenate, particularly if you don’t mind seeing lots of photos of my adorable dog and cat!

Warmest regards,

Melissa Senate







Chapter One

“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. Maddie Wolfe? Didn’t ring a bell. She tried for her age. Nothing. Where she lived. But there was just that nothingness again.

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