strode in as the magazine settled itself on the floor next to the couch. “Hey, big brother, what are you doing here?”
“Amy needed some rest.”
“Told her you were her husband and she kicked you out, huh?”
Sam glared at him. “That’s not funny.”
Casey sat down beside him and slapped a hand on his back. “It ain’t gonna happen, either. So quit worrying. You’re much more interesting than that stiff she left in Boston.”
That got his attention. “Her ex-husband’s dead?”
Casey laughed. “Not that kind of stiff. You’ve been hanging around cops too much.”
“How did you find him so fast?” He’d just found out the Vaughn she’d kept mentioning was related to her himself.
Acting insulted, Casey moved to the chair across from him. “Will you ever stop underestimating your little brother? I put the names Vaughn and Winston together, called a friend who’s good at tracing people. Winston’s in advertising. Has a big company in Boston called Advon Inc. He and Adrienne started it five years ago. Right after they got married.”
“So the ID was fake,” Sam said, only surprised that Amy hadn’t made that clear when he’d talked about trying to find her next of kin.
“Yep,” Casey said. “A good fake, too. She must have paid a bundle for it.”
Restless, Sam picked up a magazine, then put it back down. “I can’t believe Amy has her own advertising company. Why would she leave it to run to California?”
Casey sat forward. “Had. She signed it over to him right before she left town.”
“What?” That made less sense than her running away from it. “Why?”
Casey shrugged. “Maybe that’s the price she had to pay to get rid of him.”
Remembering his own comment about survival skills earlier, Sam felt a shiver of fear. “She must have wanted to do that pretty badly to give up a company she founded.” That fact should have made him happy. After all, it was easier to deal with an ex the woman you loved hated. You never had to see him. But the desperation of it made him uneasy. “What else did you find out?”
“Not much. Actually, what I did find was pretty weird. Nobody seemed to know she’d been missing.”
“A woman disappears for three years and nobody notices?” This was getting stranger by the moment.
“She has no family. Nobody filled out a missing-person’s report. All she had was Winston, who evidently didn’t care if she disappeared. The private detective suggested that Amy might have wanted to be lost, so he’s being very discreet. We don’t want to alert the wrong person to her presence.”
Sam’s fear took form. How would they know who the wrong person was? Of course, it was probably her ex. If so, what had he done to make her turn over her half of their company and run all the way to California?
His mind jumped to the obvious: abuse. “Come on.” He grabbed Casey’s arm and dragged him out of the room.
“Where are we going?”
“To talk to Amy.”
Casey pulled away. “And ask her what?”
So many questions filled Sam’s mind, he couldn’t begin to list them. Instead, he focused on his brother’s doubt-filled expression. “Are you saying we shouldn’t ask her what made her come out here three years ago?” It had to be the ex. He must have hurt her, threatened her. Something had driven her away. How could Sam protect her if he didn’t know what that was?
“I’m saying you can’t go charging in there and demand answers.”
Sam gave a short laugh. “That’s pretty good coming from the original bull in a china shop.”
Casey smiled wryly. “You spent a lot of time trying to teach me patience. Maybe the lessons finally got through my thick head.”
Sam paced up the hall a few feet, then back. “It’s easy for you to be patient. She’s not your wife.”
“She’s not yours, either.”
His brother’s tone was so mild, Sam almost missed the import of what he’d said. Fire filled him. He grabbed Casey’s shoulders and held him against the wall. “Don’t ever say that again.”
Casey didn’t fight him off. “Use your head, Sam. You’re not dealing with Amy anymore. You said yourself she doesn’t remember you. It’s Adrienne Winston you’re going to be questioning. Not the woman you’ve been married to the past two years.”
Sam slowly released his brother. Frustration and anger had driven him, but he had no desire to hurt a man who spoke only the truth. “I’m sorry.”
Casey straightened his jacket. “Forget it.”
“So what do we do now?” He really had no idea. He’d lived with Amy for the last three years. Even before they’d fallen in love, she’d stayed in the home he and Casey had shared. To him, she was one person. Sweet, loving, talented, hardworking, intelligent Amy. To think of her as another person, one who didn’t know him, who didn’t love him, seemed impossible.
“I think we should do nothing,” Casey said.
It was the last answer he’d expected. “Nothing?” No questions? No answers? “How can I keep her safe if I don’t know what I’m up against?”
“She is safe.” Before Sam could protest, Casey rushed on. “I’m beginning to think you’re the one with amnesia. This isn’t three years ago, Sam. She didn’t just fall into the street in front of your truck. She tripped vacuuming, for God’s sake!”
Casey’s voice had risen so loud, a passing nurse shushed him.
Sam laughed. “So much for patience.”
Casey’s eyebrows lowered. “You’re a jackass.”
Amy would have said “headstrong and stubborn,” Sam thought. And as usual she would have been right. He had to get a grip. He was in love with, and expecting a child with, a woman who no longer knew him from Adam. That was enough of a problem to solve, without having to worry about what happened in the past.
“All right, you win.”
Casey looked at him in surprise. “I do? What do I win?”
Sam shook his head at his brother’s clowning. Casey never could hold a grudge. “My patience.”
“Ah.” He nodded sagely. “Well, that was more for you than for me.”
“Amy’s here. She’s safe.” For now, he couldn’t help thinking. “She and the baby are my top priorities.” He started to move down the hall, then turned back. “But that patience won’t last forever. Tell that P.I. friend of yours to get to work. I want to know every move Vaughn
