there were no safe places to go.
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. Still shirtless, the sunlight danced over his deeply tanned chest. And the jeans. God, the jeans. They gloved parts of him that she wished weren’t so gloved.
Those were things she definitely shouldn’t notice.
Still, it was hard not to notice and respond to him since he was an attractive man. Even if they hadn’t shared a past she couldn’t remember, that attraction probably would have still been there.
The attraction.
The emotions.
The uncertainty of their past.
Those things frightened Leigh almost as much as coming face-to-face with the person who’d tried to kill her. Eventually, she would have to remember what had torn Gabe and her apart. Leigh wasn’t exactly looking forward to reliving any of that.
Gabe lifted the lid on the storage bin in the bed of the truck. Muscles flexed as he fished around inside and came up with two bottles of water. “I don’t guess your memory returned overnight, huh?” He passed one of the bottles her way.
Leigh shook her head. No memory. Just a headache and an unwanted physical attraction to the man who leaned against the truck beside her.
She didn’t plan to ask him to put on his shirt. No sense letting him in on the fact there was a whirl of emotions she didn’t understand, or want to feel. Emotions that included a good old-fashioned case of lust. She might not remember Gabe, but her hormones sure did.
He took a long drink of water. “So, nothing about this place seems familiar?”
Leigh looked around again, hoping she’d missed something that would jar her memory. She hadn’t. “No, should it?”
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