He grabbed his shorts stumbling as he put them on while heading to the door. He threw the door open prepared to call again.

"Good morning," Jennifer greeted holding a tray of coffee, bread, fruit and condiments.

"Oh, jeez. You scared me to death." Jonathan said escorting Jennifer into the room.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed." Jonathan smiled, relieved that she was okay.

Jennifer set the tray on the bed, "Come on. Get back in bed."

Jonathan obeyed. "I need an hors d'oeurves first," he said climbing into bed next to Jennifer.

"Hors d'oeurves for breakfast?"

"Of course," he said pulling her head towards him and kissing her.

"Hors d'oeurvers for breakfast! I like that." she grinned.

"It's not fair that you are dressed, you know," Jonathan said taking a sip of coffee.

"I couldn't very well go out in my negligee."

"No, but you are back in bed now."

"I guess you are right," Jennifer said getting out of bed. She found her negligee on the floor. Jonathan watched eagerly as Jennifer removed her shirt and pants.

"You are gorgeous!" he said lovingly.

Jennifer smiled, "Thank you." She removed her bra and pulled her negligée on.

"Now, is that better?" she asked climbing back in bed.

"It will do for now."

After eating breakfast, Jonathan put the tray on the floor and pulled Jennifer to him. Although he was always in the mood to make love to her, he wanted more than anything just to hold her and reassure himself that he had her back. Jennifer felt safe in his strong arms. For all intensive purposes, she had only been alive the last 4 days. When she thought about all the uncertainty in her life, she became frightened. Only Jonathan seemed to calm her fears. She trusted that he would protect her and take care of her.

Jennifer propped herself up to look at Jonathan. With a gleam in eye she maneuvered herself on top of him. Jonathan smiled, running his fingers through her soft auburn curls.

"So last night? Was I as good as before?" she asked.

"Last night was great," he responded.

"That is not what I asked."

He smiled, "One of the great things about our love life is that making love is like snowflakes.... it is always different."

"You are just avoiding the question."

"No I am not," he said turning her on her back. He slid his hand under her negligée to caress her thigh and stomach. "I can show you."

"Yes you can," Jennifer smiled pulling Jonathan’s lips to hers.

While the night before there existed a great urgency on both their parts, this time, Jonathan moved slowly, caressing and kissing her at length, careful not to touch the most sensitive areas in effort to prolong the act. He wanted his love making to last as long as either of them could stand.

Jennifer’s instincts took over. She pushed Jonathan on his back and took a turn at caressing and fondling him. As she kissed Jonathan’s chest, her elbow lightly touched his manhood. Jonathan gasped; not realizing just how much energy was pent up. Sensing a need to for release, Jennifer straddled Jonathan, pushing him in her to the far reaches of her soul. Jonathan grabbed Jennifer’s hips pulling her down on him in long, forceful strokes. He watched Jennifer as her body shuddered. As he heard her cry out, Jonathan thrust one last time for his own release.

"You are right, just like snowflakes," Jennifer stated afterwards as she cuddled with him.

"You know, I am not supposed to tell you things about your life but there is one thing I really think I do need to let you know," Jonathan said while they were still cuddling in bed.

"What's that?"

Jonathan shifted so that he could look at Jennifer. Jennifer sensed the importance of his information and turned to him.

"Well... we have a son," he said.

Jennifer furrowed her brows, processing what she had been told. "A son?"

"Yes, Max. He is four. He's wonderful, like his mother."

Jennifer turned away from Jonathan, flopping back on her pillow.

"Are you alright?" Jonathan asked.

Jennifer shook her head, "What kind of woman forgets her son? Or her husband?"

Jonathan pulled Jennifer close, "One who has had an accident. Jennifer, this is no reflection on the kind of woman you are. You are an incredible mother and wife. You don't know how much you enrich our lives. You asked me the other day if I was always kind and charming. While I was always a good man, you have made me a great man. There is no way my life would have ever felt fulfilled without you in it."

"But, now it is different. What is he, Max, going to think when I don't know his favorite story or snack?"

"He's smart. We will just tell him. He will get a kick out of teaching you things," Jonathan smiled trying to ease her pain. Jennifer lay silent.

"I want to do the hypnosis." she stated firmly.

Jonathan could see the determination in her eyes. "Let's call Mr. Dubois."

"Madam, there is good and not so good information regarding Madam Hart," Luc said entering Madam Chappelle’s office.

"Well what is it," she demanded impatiently.

"Madam Hart is scheduled to undergo hypnosis this afternoon."

"Hmmm, so she will be in town."

"Yes, but if the hypnosis is successful, she will be able to report us."

"Perhaps we can give Madam Hart a hypnotic suggestion of our own," Madam Chappelle said with a twisted smile.

"I can take care of it."

"No, Luc, I don’t think you can. I will take care of it. You can chauffeur me. It seems to be the only thing you do well."

"Mademoiselle Jennifer," Mr. Dubois said. "You are looking radiant."

"Thank you Monsieur Dubois. You can call me Mrs. Hart," she said letting him know she knew her true identity.

"Ah, you have memories?" he said gleefully clapping his hands together.

"Not exactly."

"Monsieur Hart, breaking the rules, are we?"

"She forced it out of me," Jonathan said leaning over to give her a kiss.

"I guess I can’t blame you. I was wondering how long you would be able to resist your beautiful wife," Mr. Dubois said. "I am going to take to Dr. Pique who will be doing the hypnosis. Come with me."

Mr. Dubois led Jonathan and Jennifer up to the psychiatric floor to Dr. Pique’s office. Dr. Pique seemed amicable enough but he wasn’t one on small talk. He insisted on starting right away.

"Monsieur Hart, if you don’t mind, could you wait outside?" Dr. Pique asked.

"I do mind," Jonathan stated firmly.

"I see. I really must insist. You can wait just outside the door."

"It’s okay darling," Jennifer assured him. "I’ll be fine."

Still uncertain, Jonathan agreed to wait outside.

Jonathan had been waiting about 25 minutes when a nurse approached him.

"Monsieur Hart? You have a phone call from the United States."

Jonathan sat for a moment trying to figure out what to do. If the hypnosis didn’t work, this call could provide some clues to Jennifer’s would be killer. On the other hand, he didn’t feel comfortable leaving the area.

"I will let your wife know where you are if she finishes," the nurse added.

Jonathan decided he was being paranoid and followed the nurse down the hall and around the corner to the phone.

"This is Jonathan Hart."

"Mr. Hart. Stanley Friesen. I have some of that information you were asking for."

"Great Stanley, what is it?"

"Well, the car you asked about is registered to a Luc Sesan whose address is in Cote D’Azur."

"Cote D’Azur?" Jonathan asked thinking back to where he last heard that.

"Yes. He’s got a record too although its mostly petty stuff like pick pocketing." Stanley continued, "Isabel Chappelle was much harder. According to the marriage record, her maiden name was Dumas but we couldn’t find any records of an Isabel Dumas. After some heavy research we were able to find information on an Isabel Suché who seems to match her description."

"Suché?" Jonathan asked.

"Yes. Why?" Jonathan’s head was a whirl. So Isabel was related to Dr. Suché. But, if Isabel wanted Jennifer dead, why did Doctor Suché save her? On the other hand, the only way someone could have made the attempt on Jennifer’s life in the hospital would be if they were familiar with the hospital. Maybe that is why he was upset that Jennifer left the hospital. Jonathan realized he had left Jennifer alone for several minutes. The news caused great alarm.

"Stanley, thank you. I need to go now."

"Wait Mr. Hart there is more."

"Stanley, really I need to go."

"Isabel Suché spent some time in a psychiatric hospital. It appears she is somewhat of a black widow, if you know what I mean. She killed her first husband too."

Jonathan slammed the phone down and ran back to Dr. Pique’s office. When he got there the door was still closed. At first Jonathan felt relieved but something beckoned him to open the door. He knocked first.

"Jennifer? Are you alright." There was no answer. He opened the door slowly. Not seeing or hearing anything he pushed the door open all the way.

"Oh God," he exclaimed as he saw the body of Mr. Pique slumped in his chair, blood oozing over his desk from where a soccer trophy was used to bash in his head. Jonathan ran out, calling desperately for Jennifer. As he ran through the hospital he ran into Dr. Suché.

"Where is she?" Jonathan demanded.

"You have lost your wife again?" He said smugly.

"I know you tried to kill her. Now tell me what you and your psycho relative have done with her!"

"Mr. Hart I am sure I don’t know what you are talking about," Dr. Suché said nervously as people began to gather and watch.

Jonathan drew back his arm and threw a punch into Dr. Suche’s face. Although Jonathan wasn’t a violent man, he was tired of Dr. Suche’s attitude. Jonathan left Dr. Suché sprawled on the floor.

"Call the police," Jonathan yelled as he ran on to find Jennifer.

Jonathan reached the front door with no sign of Jennifer. He ran outside, looking up and down the street. He noticed a crowd of people around the hospital all looking up. Jonathan followed their gaze. He heart stopped. There on the roof edge stood Jennifer, poised to jump at any minute.

"No," he yelled as he ran back into the hospital and up the stairs. Please don’t let me be too late! Jonathan’s heart pounded from his exertion and sheer fear.

He swung open the door to the roof and frantically looked for Jennifer. He saw her still standing on the ledge. She seemed frozen in time. She was still almost comatose, her eyes glazed over. Realizing she was still under hypnosis Jonathan moved slowly to her and said firmly, "Jennifer. Come to me."

Jennifer’s head turned to his direction. Without emotion, she stepped down.

"No! Get back up there and jump!" Jonathan heard a woman yell. He looked but a shed on the roof blocked her. Jennifer stepped back up, her foot extended over the edge.

"Jennifer. Come to me." Jennifer started to obey again but lost her footing. Jonathan ran and grabbed her hand as she tumbled over the side of the building.

"Jennifer, darling. Give me your other hand," he called holding on with all his might. Jennifer, still in a daze, lifted her other hand up to him. Jennifer hung like dead weight making it hard for him to pull her in.

"Jennifer, pull yourself up," he stated. Jennifer obeyed and soon the two were sitting on the roof. Jonathan sat and caught his breath. Jennifer waited for her next command. Jonathan heard a door slam and realized the killer was getting away.

Thinking about movies he’d seen on t.v. Jonathan said, "When I count to three, I will snap my fingers and you will come out of it. One, two three," he snapped his fingers.

Jennifer blinked and then looked at Jonathan. "What’s going on."

"I’ll tell you later," he said helping her up. "Right now we have a killer to catch."

Jonathan and Jennifer ran back into the hospital and down to the ground floor.

"Who is it?" Jennifer asked.

"Madam Chappelle," he said.

"Just like we thought," Jennifer replied trying desperately to keep up with Jonathan.

When they got to the bottom floor, Jonathan began running towards the front door. Jennifer, exhausted, stopped to catch her breath. From the corner of her eye, she thought she saw Madam Chappelle heading towards the back of the hospital. Jennifer began to pursue her.

"Jonathan, this way," she called. Jennifer felt a second wind as she approached Madam Chappelle. Madam Chappelle exited out of the side of the building and seemed to be heading towards a white car. Jennifer picked up the pace. Reaching out she could barely touch Madam Chappelle’s sweater. Jennifer let out a big grunt and hurdled herself forward, knocking Madam Chappelle down. Madam Chappelle quickly pushed Jennifer off and began to get up. Jennifer grabbed her but lost her balance. Holding on to Madam Chappelle’s sweater, Jennifer pulled herself up. Madam Chappelle struggled. Jennifer swung her fist, knocking Madam Chappelle squarely in the jaw. Madam Chappelle fell to the ground stunned.

Jonathan ran up to see the aftermath. "Darling, that was terrific," he grinned.

Jennifer was shaking out her wrist. "I was so mad. I haven’t been that mad since Paul Monnard burnt down our house."

Jonathan grinned.

"What?" Jennifer asked.

"You remember!"

"Yes, yes I do," Jennifer said ecstatic.

"Not for long," a voice came from behind them. Jonathan turned to see Luc with a gun.

"That’s the man that drove me off the road!"

"Oui Madam. I am afraid your time is up now," Luc gloated. All heard Madam Chappelle stir behind them and turned to look. Jonathan, realizing the opportunity, pushed the hand Luc’s gun was in down and punched him in the face. Luc stumbled back, dropping the gun. He swung at Jonathan, catching him in the stomach. Seeing the gun on the ground, Jennifer and Madam Chappelle both lunged at it. Madam Chappelle took the gun in her hand. Jennifer stepped on Madam Chappelle’s hand making sure that her heel dug into it.

"Arretez!" all four heard. Inspector Marché and a group of police quickly ran in and gathered up Luc and Madam Chappelle. "So it was Madam Chappelle, eh?" the inspector finally asked.

"Yes," Jennifer said. "I remember now. When I went to the Chappelle winery, I overheard Madam Chappelle and this man talking about Monsieur Chappelle’s accident only they indicated it wasn’t an accident. They killed him. I left as gracefully and quickly as I could. That man drove me off the rode."

"And, I believe Dr. Suché tried to kill Jennifer in the hospital," Jonathan added.

"Oui, Monsieur Hart, we have him already." The inspector finished taking statements.

"Darling? Are you alright?" Jennifer asked looking Jonathan over for injuries.

"I am fine, darling." The two embraced, sighing in relief.

"Jonathan, I don’t know why we just can’t go home," Jennifer said the next morning while Jonathan was getting dressed.

"I know you would like to go but I also want to be sure all that hypnosis hocus pocus is gone and you are completely recovered. Dr. Benois said it would just be another day or two."

"I feel fine," Jennifer protested.

"I know," Jonathan said putting his hands on her arms and pulling her close. "Humor me. I will make it worth your while."

"A surprise?"

"Yes."

"I love surprises!"

Jonathan kissed Jennifer. "Let’s go then."

Jonathan drove out to the countryside. Taking an isolated road, he stopped near a stream. He parked and emptied the trunk of a large picnic basket.

"Looks like you are hoping to get lucky," Jennifer said as they walked to their picnic spot near a large oak tree.

Jonathan smiled pleased that she remembered. "I am already lucky."

The two shared a wonderful lunch after which they took their shoes off and walked through the cool water. After a small water-splashing contest they sat together under the tree.

"I have something for you," Jonathan said. Jennifer was sitting between Jonathan’s legs, leaning against him while he leaned against the tree. Reaching into the basket, Jonathan pulled out a small jewelry box.

"Jonathan, someday I will be able to open a jewelry store with all the jewels you get me."

"I think you will keep this one."

Jennifer opened the box to find a heart-shaped locket. "Its beautiful."

"Open it."

Jennifer opened the locket. Two pictures, one of Jonathan and one of little Max were inside.

"Oh, Jonathan."

Jonathan reached for it to help her put it on. "I was thinking that if we should ever get separated again, this locket would help you remember us."

"Its beautiful," Jennifer whispered with tears in her eyes. Turning around in his lap, Jennifer put her arms around him to kiss him.

Jonathan responded by pulling her close. "I love you."

"Oh and I love you too." Jennifer pressed herself into Jonathan, wanting to fully express her love for him.

"I am getting luckier all the time," Jonathan said with a grin.

"I am the one who is lucky," Jennifer said unbuttoning Jonathan’s shirt. "I would be lost with out you." She gazed lovingly into Jonathan’s eyes and then covered his neck and chest with kisses. Jonathan groaned, pushing Jennifer over to lie on the blanket. They made love under the tree in tune with the rhythms of the stream and nature.

They headed back to the hotel late in the afternoon. Once there, Jennifer headed to their room.

"We are over here," Jonathan said taking her arm and guiding her to another room.

"Jonathan, I am not suffering from amnesia. Our room is here."

"I changed it."

"Why?" she asked as they neared the door to the suite.

"I thought we would need more room," Jonathan replied opening the door with the key.

"More room for what?"

Jonathan swung the door open. "For them."

"MOMMY!"

"Max?" Jennifer was overwhelmed by the sweet voice of her child. She dropped to her knees to scoop the running child into her arms.

"Oh, Max." She said with tears in her eyes.

"I missed you mommy."

"Oh I missed you too sweetie," Jennifer said. "Hello Ruthie. It is so good to see you too."

"You too Mrs. Hart."

"Are you sad, mommy?"

"No."

"Then why are you crying?"

"Sometimes we cry when we are happy too."

"That’s silly."

"Yes, it is," Jennifer agreed. She turned to Jonathan. Her eyes conveyed complete love and gratitude. Jonathan approached his wife and child. Embracing them both he was filled with joy. He knew that he was, indeed, the luckiest man alive.