Puzzle. One of the many things I can’t seem to figure out lately.”
She cocked her head to the side in question.
“I swear I have no memory of you. I look at you and draw a blank. But when you get close to me, when I touch you…” His voice dropped to a mere whisper and it sent a shiver racing down her spine. “I feel as though…”
“As though what?” she whispered.
He had a slightly bewildered look on his face as if he were searching for just the right word. Then finally he sighed and stared down at her, his gaze stroking over her skin.
“We fit,” he said simply. “I have no explanation for it, but it just feels…right.”
Her heart sped up. Hope pulsed in her veins, the first real hope she’d had since hearing his fantastic story. She didn’t know whether to squeeze him or kiss him, so she stood there as they swayed with the music and smiled so brilliantly that her cheeks hurt.
“Amazing that such a simple thing could make you so happy,” he murmured.
“We do fit,” she said, her voice catching as her throat throbbed with a growing ache. She reached up to frame his face and then she leaned up on tiptoe to brush her lips across his.
She meant it to be a small gesture of affection. Maybe a reminder of what they’d once shared. Or maybe to just reaffirm the sensation to him that they fit. But he didn’t allow her to stop there.
Cupping his hand to the back of her head, he wrapped his other arm around her waist and hauled her up until her lips were in line with his.
There was nothing tentative about his kiss. No hesitancy as he attempted to find his way back. It was as if they’d never been apart. He kissed her like he’d kissed her so many times before, only this time…There was something different she couldn’t quite put her finger on. More depth. More emotion. It wasn’t just sexy or passionate. It was…tender.
Like he was apologizing for all the hurt. For the separation and misunderstanding. For what he couldn’t remember.
She sighed into his mouth, sadness and joy mixing and bubbling up in her heart until she was overwhelmed by it all. When he finally drew away, his eyes were dark, his body trembled against hers, and as he eased her down, his hand slid up her arms to cup her face.
“Part of me remembers you, Bryony. There’s a part of me that feels like I’ve come home when I kiss you. That has to mean something.”
She nodded, unable to speak as emotion clogged her throat. She swallowed several times and then finally found her voice.
“We’ll find our way back, Rafe. I won’t let you go so easily. When I thought you didn’t want me, that you’d played me, it was easy to say never again. But now that I know what happened, I won’t give up without a fight. Somehow I’ll make you remember. It’s not just your happiness at stake. It’s mine, too.”
He smiled and stroked a thumb over one cheekbone. “So fierce. You fascinate me, Bryony. I’m beginning to see how it could be true that I was so transfixed by you from the start.”
Then he leaned down and kissed her again, the room around them forgotten. “I want to remember. Help me remember.”
“You’ll get it back,” she said fiercely. “We’ll get it back. Together.”
Chapter 9
The flight back to Houston was much better than her trip to New York. On the way she’d been squeezed between two men who she swore had to be football players. She hadn’t been able to move and had spent the entire time being miserable.
She and Rafael occupied the first two seats in first class, and once they’d taken off, she’d reclined without guilt, since there was plenty of room between the rows.
By the time they landed in Houston, she actually felt rested and ready for the drive from the airport.
Apparently Rafael had ideas of having a driver take them to the island.
“My car is here. There’s no reason for us not to take it,” she insisted as they stood in baggage claim.
“We would both be more comfortable if you let me see to the travel arrangements.”
“And what am I supposed to do without my car? We’ll need it on the island. It’s small but everything isn’t in walking distance.”
As their luggage piled up, Rafael sighed. “All right. We’ll take your car. But it’s senseless for you to drive when we’ve already been traveling half the day.”
She rolled her eyes and bit her lip to keep from making a remark about spoiled men.
She grabbed a cart for their luggage and Rafael piled it up and pushed it as she led him to the parking garage.
“Where is the damn parking lot?” he demanded. “In Galveston?”
“It’s a bit of a walk,” she admitted. “But it’s all indoors and then we’ll take the elevator to the top level.”
“Why did you park on the roof?”
She shrugged. “I just kept going around and around and then suddenly I was on the roof. It’s the same as parking anywhere else.”
He shook his head as they trudged down the long corridor. When they finally got to the elevator, Bryony breathed in relief. A few moments later, they were on the roof and she took out her keys to remotely unlock the car.
“What the…”
She cast him a puzzled look.
“That’s your car?” he asked.
She looked toward the MINI Cooper and nodded. “Is something wrong?”
“You expect to fit me and the luggage in this tin can?”
“Quit being so grumpy,” she said mildly. “We’ll manage. It does have a luggage rack. I’m sure I have a bungee cord in the trunk.”
“Who the hell carries around bungee cords?”
She laughed. “You never know when they’ll come in handy.”
They filled the trunk and then piled suitcases into the back until the bags were stacked to the roof of the car.
“There,” she said triumphantly as she shut the door. “We didn’t even have to use the bungee cords.”
“Unfortunately we didn’t push the passenger seat back before we stored all the luggage,” he said dryly.
Bryony winced when she saw him fold his legs to get into the front seat. His knees were pushed up into the dash and he didn’t look at all comfortable.
“Sorry,” she mumbled as she got into the driver’s seat. “I wasn’t thinking. No one who ever rides
