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bed for another day; he was ready to start being a help to her. He still didn’t remember anything about his past. Everything he’d seen still seemed wrong and unfamiliar.
    What he did remember was everything Marla had said to him from the time he’d first awakened in her grandfather’s bed. One of the things she told him was that strange things had been happening around the ranch. It was her reason for carrying around a shotgun. Those things had ended up costing Marla money — money she couldn’t afford to keep paying out.
    He would make sure nothing else occurred to harm the ranch or Marla. The first step was getting out of this room and convincing Marla that he was well enough to help. She had been adamant he stay in bed all day yesterday. He would be just as adamant that he was now able to work. Throwing back the covers, he got out of the bed and strode naked to the bathroom.
    After showering, he returned to the bedroom to dress. Now that he thought about it, if he had shown up to stay for a couple of weeks, where was his luggage? Looking around, he spotted a duffle bag in the corner of the room. Walking over, he picked it up and put it on the bed. The bag didn’t open with a zipper; it was sealed using Nephilim technology. Karlo opened it without even giving it a thought. Inside were lightweight Nephilim work uniforms. After wearing heavy suits designed for walking in space, a warrior needed something lighter to change into. This is what Karlo found when he opened the duffle.
    A part of his brain recognized the clothes, though he didn’t recognize them as belonging to him. Pulling out the pants and shirt, he also found a grooming kit and other standard items. Everything looked familiar; he knew what each one was and what it was used for. What struck him as he was halfway through his grooming routine was that his clothes and standard grooming tools didn’t have the same sense of wrongness everything else had.
    “Well, it’s my stuff, isn’t it?” he rationalized.
    He hoped he remembered who he was soon. Images and voices would flit through his head. When he tried to grasp one of them, his head would start pounding so much, he couldn’t think.
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    Marla took her cell phone with her on her rounds. She wanted to call Mr. Edwards, her grandfather’s and now her attorney. She didn’t get a chance to call yesterday since she was too busy around the ranch and looking after Karlo. It was too early to call him at the office, so she dialed his home. At times like these she was happy to be living in a small town.
    “Hello?”
    “Good morning, Mr. Edwards, this is Marla Jones. I’m sorry to call you at home,” she said.
    “That’s alright, Marla, don’t you worry about it. What can I do for you?” he asked.
    “Well, as you know, I only have nine weeks and four days to get married. I’ve gotten my guy and he’s willing to sign a pre-nuptial agreement. I was hoping you could draw one up for me,” she said.
    “What do you know about this man, honey?” he asked her.
    He knew she was all alone in the world now, and he felt almost like a substitute parent to her.
    “He’s a pilot and a scientist. He’s taking some time off work to help with the ranch. Not a geeky guy, he’s tall and strong,” she said, describing him.
    While Paul Edwards listened to Marla’s description of the man she was planning to marry, he also listened to what she didn’t say. The tone of her voice changed when she talked about the man. He hadn’t heard about her meeting anyone. He was surprised she had fallen in love with someone so quickly. This man would have to be someone special after her negative relationship with Jake O’Brien. Still, he was happy the man was willing to sign a pre-nup.
    “That’s fine. He sounds very nice. I’ll start drawing up an agreement this afternoon. When are you planning on getting married?” he asked.
    “I’d like to get married as soon as possible. With the deadline looming, it’s