Unforgettable. Maya Banks

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СКАЧАТЬ need to cancel my credit cards. My bankcard. God, he’s probably already emptied all my accounts. My driver’s license was in it. How am I supposed to get back home? I can’t fly without identification.”

      The more she spoke, the more agitated she became. He slid onto the couch beside her and awkwardly put his arms around her.

      “There’s no need to panic. Do you have the telephone numbers you need?”

      She shook her head and then laid it on his shoulder, her hair brushing across his nose.

      “I can look them up on the internet if you have a computer.”

      He snorted. “Do I have a computer…I’m never without an internet connection of any kind.”

      She lifted her head and stared into his eyes. “You were when you were on the island.”

      His brow crinkled. “That’s impossible. I wouldn’t have just dropped off the map like that. I have a business to run.”

      “Oh, you kept in touch,” she said. “But you often made your calls or answered emails in the morning or late at night. During the day you left your BlackBerry at my house while we explored the island.”

      He sighed. “See this is why I have such a hard time with the story you tell. I would never do something like that. It isn’t me.”

      Her lips turned down in a frown and she leaned away from him.

      To cover the sudden awkwardness, he stood and went to his briefcase to pull out his laptop. He stood for a long moment with his back to her just so he could compose himself and keep from turning and apologizing. He didn’t want to hurt her, damn it. But one of them was crazy, and he didn’t want it to be him.

      He finally went back to the couch, opened the laptop and set it on a cushion next to her.

      “If you have any problems canceling your cards or ordering new ones, let me know. I’ve typed up my address so you can have them overnighted here.”

      “And my license?” she asked in a tight, frustrated voice. “How am I going to get home?” She dragged her fingers through her hair, which only drew attention to the dark bruise marring her creamy skin.

      “I’ll get you home, Bryony. I don’t want you to worry. Can you call your grandmother to fax a copy of your birth certificate? It’s my understanding you can fly with the birth certificate but you’ll be subjected to closer scrutiny by security.”

      “Couldn’t we take your jet? Oh, I guess…Sorry.” She broke off, seemingly embarrassed at her slip.

      “I have more than one,” he said dryly.

      She continued to stare at him. “Then why aren’t we taking it? Wouldn’t it be easier to fly without identification if we were on a private jet?”

      He cleared his throat and then rubbed the back of his neck. “Let’s just say I have a newly developed phobia of flying on small planes.”

      She frowned. “I must sound so insensitive. I’m just…This has been a rotten trip all the way around.”

      “Yes, I suppose it has been for you,” he murmured.

      He eased back onto the couch beside her as she tapped intently on the keys. He hated how unsure of himself he was around her. But it was himself he was angry at. Not her.

      If she was to be believed, her life had been completely upended. By him.

      More and more he had an uneasy feeling that she was telling the truth. No matter how bizarre and unlikely such a scenario seemed. And if she was telling the truth, then he had to figure out what the hell he was going to do with the woman he supposedly loved and the child she carried. His child.

      Chapter 6

      “This reminds me of the nights we spent at my house,” Bryony said as she forked another bite of the seafood into her mouth.

      He paused, fork halfway to his own mouth, resigned to hearing more about his uncharacteristic behavior. But she said nothing and resumed eating, her gaze downcast, almost as if she knew how ill at ease he was.

      But his curiosity was also piqued because, damn it, something had happened between them and she was the only key he had to recover the missing pieces of his memory.

      He forced himself to sound only mildly inquisitive. “What did we do?”

      A faraway look entered her eyes and she stared toward the window at the night sky. “We used to sit cross-legged on the deck and eat the dinner I’d cooked. Then I’d lay my head in your lap and you’d stroke my hair while we listened to the ocean and watched the stars.”

      Her voice lowered, catching on a husky note. “Then we’d go inside and make love. Sometimes we didn’t make it to the bedroom. Sometimes we did.”

      The dreamy quality of her voice affected him fiercely. His body ached and he hardened at the images she provoked. It was suddenly very easy for him to see her spread out before him, his mouth on her skin, her fingers clinging to him as he brought them both pleasure.

      He shook his head when he realized he was staring and that he was so tense that his muscles had locked. Part of him wanted to just get it over with. Take her to bed, have sex with her until they both forgot their names. His body was eager enough, but his mind was calling him a damn fool.

      And she’d likely think it was some damn experiment after he’d basically admitted earlier that his kiss had been nothing more than that.

      An experiment.

      He wanted to laugh. Could he call desire so keen that his eyes had crossed when he’d looked at her an experiment?

      Whether he wanted to admit it or not, they had compelling—uncontrollable—chemistry. Maybe he’d gotten so wrapped up in her that he’d lost all common sense. Maybe he’d made her rash promises in the heat of the moment. If her outrage was anything to go on, he at least hadn’t been stupid enough to sign anything.

      He needed her cooperation. He needed this deal. He had too many investors committed. Money had exchanged hands. Construction was on a tight deadline, and the last thing he needed was her making noises over him reneging on a deal.

      She’d lifted her gaze and was now studying him so intently that he found her scrutiny uncomfortable. He studied her in return, finding himself mesmerized by her dark eyes. The delicate lines of her face called to him. He wanted to trace his fingers over her cheekbone and down to her jaw and then over the softness of her lips.

      Had this been the way he’d felt when he’d first seen her? Logic told him it had to have been. How could his reaction now have been any different than the first time he’d laid eyes on her?

      “Why are you staring at me?” she asked in a low voice.

      “Maybe I find you beautiful.”

      Her reaction wasn’t what he expected. She lifted her nose in scorn and shook her head.

      “I thought СКАЧАТЬ