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  She can’t remember him...

  But he can’t forget her!

  Workaholic Harry Moran spent the most amazing night of his life with enigmatic Holly Weston, before she completely disappeared. Now months later Holly’s back—with a baby bump and no memory of him! Her accident-induced amnesia has left Holly with so many questions, the biggest one being: Who is her baby’s father? Could this handsome stranger be the key to uncovering the missing pieces of her memory...and her heart?

  Holly’s gaze met his, and for a moment she thought he was going to lean over and kiss her.

  If he did, there was no way she could stop herself from kissing him back, baby or no baby. She wanted him. Really, really wanted him.

  She felt her mouth parting, and her skin tingled all over with anticipation. Her lower lip felt super-sensitive.

  He reached out and rubbed the pad of his thumb against her lower lip, and excitement coiled deep in her belly. Everything was forgotten except this moment, this feeling, this connection. She was dimly aware of Harry propping the cello against the piano, and then somehow he was sitting next to her on the piano stool, his arms were wrapped around her waist, her fingers were tangled in his hair and her wrists resting against the nape of his neck, and he was kissing her—really kissing her.

  And it felt like fireworks going off overhead. Sparkles of silver and pink and gold.

  When he broke the kiss, she was shaking. It felt really familiar—but how could it?

  Dear Reader,

  I’ve never written an “amnesia” book before, so I set myself a challenge to write one I could believe. What happens if you have a wild fling with someone, something happens to make you lose all your memories of even meeting them and then you meet them again?

  When cellist Harry meets archaeologist Holly (you have no idea how hard it was to stop myself from calling her Sally), they have the fun of falling in love all over again a second time—with some added complications.

  The book is set partly in Bath, a place I hugely enjoyed visiting with my daughter (especially the Roman baths and the Herschel museum), partly in Cambridge and partly in London. If you like Regency, roses, Romans and ruins, you’ll enjoy this. Oh, and lakes and swans. (Put those last two together—yup, some of the soundtrack is from my Friday ballet class!)

  I loved writing this book, and I hope you enjoy Holly and Harry’s story. I also hope you’ll enjoy the music, especially the nod to one of my all-time favorite films. Though hopefully this book will make you smile rather than sob buckets, as said film does to me!

  With love,

  Kate Hardy

  One Night to Remember

  Kate Hardy

  Kate Hardy has always loved books and could read before she went to school. She discovered Harlequin books when she was twelve and decided this was what she wanted to do. When she isn’t writing, Kate enjoys reading, cinema, ballroom dancing and the gym. You can contact her via her website, katehardy.com.

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  Summer at Villa Rosa

  The Runaway Bride and the Billionaire

  His Shy Cinderella

  Christmas Bride for the Boss

  Reunited at the Altar

  A Diamond in the Snow

  Finding Mr. Right in Florence

  Harlequin Medical Romance

  Miracles at Muswell Hill Hospital

  Christmas with Her Daredevil Doc

  Their Pregnancy Gift

  Unlocking the Italian Doc’s Heart

  Carrying the Single Dad’s Baby

  Heart Surgeon, Prince...Husband!

  A Nurse and a Pup to Heal Him

  Mistletoe Proposal on the Children’s Ward

  Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.

  For Julia, my editor—who is simply a joy to

  work with—with love

  Praise for

  Kate Hardy

  “Ms. Hardy has written a very sweet novel about forgiveness and breaking the molds we place ourselves in...a good heartstring novel that will have you embracing happiness in your heart.”

  —Harlequin Junkie on Christmas Bride for the Boss

  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  EPILOGUE

  EXCERPT FROM BEST FRIEND TO PRINCESS BRIDE BY KATRINA CUDMORE

  CHAPTER ONE

  ‘THE BEST WAY to get over someone is to have a mad fling,’ Natalie said.

  ‘I don’t need a fling,’ Holly protested.

  And it still felt too soon after Simon. Besides, how could a one-night stand take the place of eight years of being with someone? She’d thought their relationship was strong enough to cope with him being on secondment in New York for six months. Holly usually spent most of the summer away somewhere on a dig, coming home for weekends, and that had always been fine. She and Simon had rubbed along without any problems. They’d been happy.

  Or so she’d believed. The more she thought about it, the more she realised how wrong she’d been.

  Simon had met Fenella in New York, fallen hopelessly in love with her, and called off his wedding to Holly at the end of his secondment—only a month before they had been due to walk down the aisle together. He’d left it to Holly to cancel all the wedding preparations and send back the wedding gifts with an apologetic note, on the grounds that she was better at that sort of thing than he was; she’d gritted her teeth and done it simply so she knew everything had been sorted out rather than Simon dragging his feet and leaving something undone.

  And, although his offer to buy out Holly’s share of their house meant that she didn’t have all the hassle of trying to sell the house, it hurt that he wanted to share their house with someone else. Plus she had had to find somewhere else to live, though Natalie had stepped in immediately with an offer of her spare room until Holly could find somewhere suitable.

  The last fortnight had been particularly hideous. Holly had seemed to spend the whole time alternately apologising and squirming, knowing that everyone was gossiping about the situation behind her back. Some people were kind, though she’d hated being pigeonholed as the dumped fiancée. The pitying looks were hard to take. Thankfully the veneer of politeness stopped people actually asking what was wrong with her and why Simon had been so quick to fall for someone else, but she knew they were thinking it.

  And she’d had to go through all their things and divvy them up; though, once she’d started, she’d realised how few of their joint belongings had been chosen by her, or even together. How had she let herself be such a doormat? Why hadn’t she said no to Simon more often, or insisted on having more of her choices? What a fool she’d been.

  Holly had honestly believed that Simon had loved her. She’d loved him, too. OK, so it hadn’t been the big grand passion she’d read about in novels or seen at the movies, with rainbows and starbursts and fanfares every time he’d kissed her, but she knew she was plain and ordinary, so she’d never really expected to have that sort of relationship. She and Simon had liked each other at their first meeting and they’d got on well together. They’d dated, moved in together, bought a house. They’d been happy.

  But not quite happy enough, it seemed.

  Because in Ne
w York Simon had met the woman who really was his big grand passion, the one who made fireworks go off in his head when he kissed her—something that Holly had clearly never managed to do—and everything had fallen apart.

  Maybe if Holly had been the real love of his life, they would’ve got married years ago, and they wouldn’t have kept finding excuses to wait a bit longer before the wedding. Buying a house together rather than spending all that money on a party had seemed the sensible thing to do, given that house prices were going up so quickly. And then they’d both been busy with their careers. It was really only last year, when Simon’s mum had asked some very pointed questions about just when her son was planning to settle down properly and produce some grandchildren, that Simon and Holly had set the date for their wedding. Even then, they’d set it for a year in the future rather than rushing into it.

  As Fenella was apparently too green with morning sickness right now to get on a plane, Simon’s mum was going to get her much-wanted grandchildren very soon, whereas Holly’s mum would just have to make do with the grandchildren she had. And Holly wasn’t going to let herself think about the children she and Simon might have had. The child she’d secretly started to want six months ago, when Simon had first gone to America. The child Simon had made without her.

  ‘You need a holiday,’ Natalie said.

  ‘I’m fine.’ Holly had cancelled her leave, not wanting to take the week’s holiday that should’ve been her honeymoon. A honeymoon for one surely had to be the most unappealing thing ever. Or maybe it was better than going on honeymoon with someone who didn’t really love you. Wasn’t it better to be alone than to be with someone who didn’t want you or value you?

  And why hadn’t she realised sooner that Simon had fallen out of love with her and that being together had become a habit instead of what they’d both really wanted?

  ‘Anyway, it gives me time to concentrate on my career,’ she said, trying to find a positive and damp down her feelings of misery and loneliness.

  ‘Dry bones.’ Natalie rolled her eyes.

  ‘Sometimes they’re wet,’ Holly pointed out, ‘if they’re at the bottom of a rain-filled trench.’

  Natalie shuddered. ‘Cold, wet and muddy. Give me my nice warm kitchen at the magazine any day. Even if I do have an over-fussy art director wanting me to make a little tweak here and there that actually means making the whole dish all over again for the photographer.’ She looked at Holly. ‘Holls, if you’re spending all your time with the bones of people who died centuries ago, you’re never going to meet anyone else. Archaeologists aren’t sexy.’

  Holly laughed. ‘Of course they are. What about Indiana Jones?’

  ‘He’s a fantasy.’

  ‘All right, then. Brendan Fraser in The Mummy. You have to admit he’s utterly gorgeous.’

  ‘Fantasy again,’ Natalie said. ‘In real life, your male colleagues are either like Gandalf, muttering into their very grey, very straggly beards, or they’re total nerds who are terrified at the thought of talking to a real live woman.’

  ‘Apart from the fact that’s a horrible sweeping generalisation, it’s also not true. My male colleagues all talk to me,’ Holly said.

  ‘They work with you, so they see you as safe, not as a woman,’ Natalie pointed out.

  Which Holly knew was true. And she tried not to mind or let it make her feel even more inadequate than Simon had already made her feel. Why wasn’t she the sort of woman that a man fell hopelessly in love with?

  ‘You do need a break, though. I know you’re not busy this weekend—’ because it would’ve been her hen weekend, which Holly had also cancelled—‘so let’s go to Bath. It’s the next best thing to Rome. You can drool over the curse tablets at the Roman Baths, and I can drag you off for afternoon tea in the Pump Room. And in between we can go and sigh over the lovely Georgian houses in the Circus.’

  ‘And you can see how many Mr Darcy-alikes you can spot?’ Holly teased, knowing her best friend well. Natalie was a complete Austen addict.

  ‘Something like that,’ Natalie said with a smile.

  ‘All right. Actually, it’ll be nice to go away with you,’ Holly admitted. She hadn’t been looking forward to moping at home this weekend. The last weekend in the house she’d shared with Simon, because next week she was moving her few possessions into a rented flat in Camden and he was moving back from his mother’s to their house.

  ‘Good, because I’ve already booked the hotel.’

  Holly winced. ‘That’s a risky strategy, Nat. What if I’d said no?’

  ‘Then I would’ve guilt-tripped you into coming with me,’ Natalie said with a grin. ‘Life’s too short not to take the odd risk. We’re staying in the middle of Bath, and according to all the review sites our hotel does the best breakfast ever. And this one is on me,’ she added, ‘because I know how much you were looking forward to Rome. It was the nearest thing I could think of, because I was guessing that Rome itself might have been too much to bear, even if I’d booked a different hotel.’

  Holly hugged her. ‘Thank you. That’s really kind of you.’

  ‘It’s exactly what you would’ve done for me, if I’d been in your shoes,’ Natalie reminded her. ‘I still think Simon’s the biggest idiot ever. The way he treated you—you deserved a lot better than that.’

  Yeah. It would’ve been nice if he’d broken up with her before making Fenella pregnant. That was the bit that really hurt. Why had he kept stringing her along when he clearly didn’t love her any more? Why had he let her believe that everything was just fine? Though it wasn’t all him: why hadn’t she seen the problems for herself?

  And she hated the way people treated her as The Woman Who’d Been Cheated On. The whispered conversations that stopped when she walked into a room. The judgements. The friends taking sides. People they’d both known since university, who’d been her friends before she’d met Simon, had thrown in their lot with him; it had made her feel even more worthless, despite the fact she knew she was better off without them. She hadn’t been enough as a partner, and she hadn’t been enough as a friend.

  How could she not have noticed their relationship unravelling? The signs must’ve been there before he’d gone to New York. She’d managed to snatch just one weekend with Simon during his secondment, quite early on, and he’d been distracted throughout it. He’d said it was work when she asked him; but now she knew it had been Fenella distracting him.

  ‘At least he didn’t dump me at the altar,’ Holly said, keeping her tone light. ‘It could’ve been a lot worse.’

  ‘It could’ve been a lot better.’ Natalie rolled her eyes. ‘You’re too nice for your own good.’

  ‘Believe you me, I’m not being nice. I’m hurt and I’m angry, and bits of me want to punch him and yell and scream. But having a tantrum isn’t going to change things,’ Holly said. ‘Simon doesn’t love me any more, and having a hissy fit isn’t going to make him decide he does love me after all. I don’t want to be in a relationship where I’m the one who loves the other the most. I hate feeling so pathetic.’

  ‘But you still love him.’

  Bits of her did, and bits of her didn’t. ‘Eight years is a long time to be with someone,’ Holly said. ‘And most of them were good years.’ But the other thing that nagged at her was how much of it had been her fault. If she’d made Simon feel loved and appreciated enough, instead of taking him for granted, maybe he would’ve acknowledged that he fancied Fenella but he wouldn’t actually have done anything about it. Those six months of physical distance had turned all too quickly into emotional distance. ‘I guess somewhere along the way we started drifting apart, and I should’ve been paying more attention to him.’ It was the first time she’d acknowledged it to someone else, though the thoughts had kept her awake at night.

  ‘He should’ve been paying just as much attention to you,’ Natalie countered.

  Ma
ybe—but he hadn’t. Holly shrugged. ‘It feels pretty crap right now, but I’ll live. Don’t worry, I’m not going to turn into Miss Havisham or anything like that.’

  ‘Good, because Simon isn’t worth it.’ Natalie squeezed her hand. ‘OK. We’ll get the train on Friday after work, do the Roman Baths first thing on Saturday morning, go for a walk to look at all the gorgeous houses, have afternoon tea at the Pump Room—and then, dear Cinders, you shall go to the ball.’

  ‘Ball? What ball?’ Holly asked.

  ‘I got us tickets for a ball on Saturday night. It’s just outside Bath—in an Elizabethan manor house, which you’ll love. And it’s Regency dress.’

  ‘Regency dress?’ Holly groaned. ‘So this is all about your Darcy obsession.’

  Natalie gave her an unrepentant grin. ‘Asking you wouldn’t have worked, so I’m dragging you out to have some fun.’

  Holly grimaced. ‘I love you, Nat, and I do appreciate what you’ve done for me, but a ball isn’t really my idea of fun. I’ve got two left feet. And as for dressing up, the cost—’

  ‘Problem solved, before you say you don’t have a dress. I’ve already hired one for you,’ Natalie informed her.

  ‘What? How? It might not fit.’

  Natalie coughed. ‘If it fits me, it fits you. Someone on the magazine knows a really good hire place, and I went to see them yesterday. I tried on a few dresses and the ones I got for us are fabulous.’

  ‘Uh-huh.’

  ‘Holls, if nothing else, you’ll enjoy the music. Apparently there’s a brilliant string quartet who are going to play on a floating bandstand in the middle of the lake. So if you just want to sit and listen to them and sip Pimm’s and watch the sunset and not even put a single foot into the ballroom, that’s fine by me.’

  Holly knew her best friend was trying to distract her from the train wreck of her personal life, coming up with ideas to keep her busy. And she appreciated it, because otherwise she rather thought she’d start to get really insecure and ask just what was so wrong with her that Simon hadn’t wanted her any more. She’d always known she’d been punching well above her weight—Simon looked more like a film star than an accountant—and when Holly had stalked Fenella on social media she’d discovered that the other woman was super-glamorous.

 
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