(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)
Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”
“So what brings you to town, Isiah with no memories? Something must have happened between now and when you woke up, since you can rent a car, you know how to drive, and you have money for a bar and a hotel.” She slid into the passenger side.
Isiah got himself buckled in and waited til she was as well before starting the car, carefully backing out of the parking spot.
“Thankfully, whatever happened to me in the past seven years, nothing’s touched my savings account. I had a job when I was in high school and I saved all of my pay checks, plus any money given for holidays and such, so it grew in interest, added to the money that was left to me when my father died. I was planning to use it while I was in college, but whatever caused my memory loss changed that, but it’s still there,” he said, not feeling it was worth it to hide it from Summer.
“Right now I’m trying to figure out what happened, so I plan on going back to the last place I remember being,” he said with a shrug.
“That makes sense.” Summer folded her hands around one knee and chewed on her lip. “So there’s just this gap, there. With nothing in it. North Dakota’s a long way from here. And kind of in another direction.” She thought some more. “I … might be able to retrieve some of those memories. Or at least tell you something about them.”