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busy until she went home at night to an empty house and lay awake for long hours, trying to remember who she was and trying to suppress it at the same time. It was like fighting to get out of a prison but having a part of you on the other side holding the door shut.
    She supposed that however she looked, it would have to do. She looked at the clock and saw it was time for Sam to come, just as she heard a knock at the door.
    “Coming,” she said.
    When she opened the door, he was standing there with a single red rose, long-stemmed and beautiful, just about to bloom. He handed it to her with a small smile and she took it and sniffed it. The scent was heavenly.
    “Here,” he said, moving past her into the room. “I’ll get you a glass to put it in.” He disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a tall, narrow glass filled with water. He took the rose from her, put it in, and then arranged it nicely on her bedside table. “There, something to keep you comfortable while you’re here. I hope you’re staying for a while.”
    “That was the hope,” she said. “As long as it seemed like there was something I could learn. You don’t understand. I’ve been waiting so long to find out about me.”
    “Oh,” he said, face going serious as he raised to his full, intimidating height. “Trust me, I completely understand.” Then he let out a deep laugh that shook her to the core. This man had experienced pain. She only prayed it hadn’t been because of her.
    The longer he was in the room with her, the more claustrophobic she felt and the more her body begged to get on top of him. He turned to open the door for her and she was shocked when her eyes went automatically to his absolutely gorgeous butt. He handed her through the door with a polite smile, placing her hand on the inside of his arm in a familiar moment that seemed like he’d done it a thousand times before, and she felt a deep blush move over her face.
    Here he was being a complete gentleman, and she couldn’t keep thoughts of having him in her bed out of her mind. As they took the elevator down to the main level, she felt images swirling through her. Images she shouldn’t have had, of him making love to her, sweaty and intense as he pumped into her.
    How could she remember that? Had they been lovers? He certainly looked at her that way sometimes. Even now, she could sense his intent gaze on her, heating her from head to toe, like every nerve in her responded to him.
    She wanted badly to ask him what they were, but she worried if she did they’d end up back in her bedroom, with her on her back and him driving into her, if she didn’t wait to talk until they were seated in the dining room.
    She hadn’t known chemistry like this could exist between two people, but there were more important things than sex right now. Like finding out what he could tell her about her past. A fling could wait, but she had to know everything she could about who she was.
    He led her to the nicest restaurant in the hotel, and the hostess greeted him cordially and led them to a private table at the very back of the restaurant that was closed off from the other tables and overlooked the ocean. The sun was beginning to set and Jo didn’t know how she could have gotten so lucky as to deserve watching a beautiful tropical sunset here with a beautiful man. She looked up to see him watching her. As she did, she saw the hostess looking at him over her shoulder and stifled a growl as a wave of possessiveness rolled through her.
    Then she calmed herself, smoothing her napkin over her lap. Of course she had no claim on this beautiful, dignified man who seemed to have everything.
    He reached across the table and took her hands in his, stroking lightly over the top of them, sending electric sparks shooting through her as a deep ache took up residence in her heart. “I still can’t believe I’m looking at you, right across from me. I’m so glad you’re home safe.”
    “Home?” she