A Stranger She Can Trust. Regan Black
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“What?” The image of being in bed beside his lean, warm body gave her mind something new and tempting to latch onto. An utterly inappropriate choice, but she couldn’t reel it back in.
“I, ah. I didn’t say that quite right. Have a seat.” He guided her to the counter stool. “I have it on good authority, which adds up to pretty much every woman I know, that chocolate fixes everything. So you’ll have chocolate and then you’re going up to your room and sleeping. You don’t have to worry about me interrupting you at all tonight.”
“Okay.” Sleeping alone in the twin bed didn’t hold as much appeal as sleeping beside him, but it was the smart solution. He was taking care of her, and she’d have been crazy to give in to the attraction pulsing through her blood at the moment. “Chocolate sounds perfect,” she managed.
A slice of cake appeared in front of her. It was airy and nearly black, and the aroma alone eased her frayed nerves.
“Ice cream?” Carson had a small pint of ice cream in one hand, scoop ready in the other.
“No, thank you.”
“More for me,” he said with an easy shrug. He topped his slice of the dark cake with a generous scoop of ice cream and then returned the remaining ice cream to the freezer. He raised his fork in a dessert version of a toast, and they dug in.
The cake was amazing, the rich cocoa flavor melting in her mouth. “Your sister again?”
“Yes,” he said. “But this is a family recipe. My mom used to make this all the time because it’s so fast and easy.”
“This?” She turned her plate, wondering how something so intense and delicious could be easy. “If we find out I like to cook, I want the recipe.”
“Deal.”
She believed he’d honor that deal, just as he kept his word and insisted she head straight up to the bedroom as soon as she finished her cake. He refused her offer to take care of the dishes, practically pushing her up the stairs.
In the bathroom, she washed her face, brushed her hair and teeth, and changed into the T-shirt he’d brought in for her last night. So much had happened in the past twenty-four hours.
This time she pulled back the covers and slipped between the sheets, but sleep eluded her. Staring up at the dark ceiling, she thought about Carson’s confidence in her, even without her memories. She prayed her mind would cooperate soon. The police needed to know who had killed her friend and beaten her up. She had to remember, no matter what those memories revealed about who she was and how she was involved.
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