Mediterranean Men & Marriage. Raye Morgan

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      He shrugged. “The result is the same.” He grimaced, obviously loath to go on. But he seemed to think it was necessary.

      “You see, to you, I’m a man you think you know well. Very well.” He winced slightly and glanced at her, then away again. “To me, you’re a stranger.”

      She stared at him. Yes, she did see. And what she saw was about as disturbing as it could get. If what he was telling her was true, he didn’t feel any ties to her at all. No passion. No friendship. No memories of the good times they created together. No memory of that one enchanted night they spent together. For him, all that never happened.

      If a tree fell in an empty forest and there was no one to hear it, did it make a sound? Was it real? If she was the only one with the memories, would they fade away, like old photographs left out in the sun? Had they ever really happened? Or would they become misty dreams that only she knew anything about?

      Despite her shock and her surprise, she very quickly understood a number of things about this situation. First, any feelings he might have had for her didn’t exist. All her dreams were in ashes. There was hardly any point in going on with this.

      Second, she now realized he had never gone back and told her father where she was because he didn’t remember that he was supposed to do that. Right now, he didn’t even seem to remember who she was. And that was why her father hadn’t shown up yet. He still didn’t know she was here.

      That was the good, she supposed. But it hardly compensated for all the rest.

      “So in the end, you came back here,” she said softly. “Why?”

      He thought for a moment before he responded. “To recreate a personal narrative,” he responded carefully. “I need to find the pieces of the puzzle and put them into the picture so that I can feel whole and go on with my life.”

      “Oh.” So it was all about him, was it? But she really couldn’t criticize him for that. After all, how could he care about people he didn’t remember he knew?

      “And there’s one more thing,” he said, looking around the room as though he’d lost something. “I was working on some plans. New designs. They weren’t in my luggage when it was recovered. I was hoping to find someone who might know what I did with them.”

      “Plans?” She looked at him expectantly. She hadn’t seen any evidence of him working on any plans until the last day when she’d gone to his hotel room. That was when she’d first seen the large, detailed papers, spread out all over the floor. And that was when she’d seen the logo for her father’s company on one of them and realized Marco was not who he was pretending to be. “What sort of plans?”

      She held her breath, waiting to see if he would tell the truth this time, but he didn’t hesitate.

      “Shipbuilding blueprints. And some experimental designs. Some ideas I was working on.”

      “Designs?” she asked, as if she had no idea what he was talking about.

      “I design open class monohulls. Racing yachts.”

      “Ah.” Yes, she knew that now. “Are they important? Something you can’t replicate easily?”

      He gave a short laugh. “Something I probably can’t replicate at all. It’s very important I find out what happened to them.”

      Shayna had a sad epiphany. She’d found the answer to one of her main questions. His plans—that was why he’d come back. It had nothing to do with her. She should be happy about that. He was a liar and a sneak, and she didn’t want any part of him.

      No, Marco hadn’t come back to find her. Maybe he had come back to fill in the blanks in his memory—if there really were any. But that was also beside the point. What he’d really come back for were his plans.

      “Is it very important to find them?” she asked.

      He gave her the most candid look he’d allowed so far. “It’s the only important thing,” he said firmly. “It’s my legacy, my life.”

      At least he was honest about it, but unease churned inside her as she considered the facts. The plans were all that mattered to him. As far as he was concerned, she didn’t exist except as a means of finding his precious plans. She sighed. It was almost a relief to know the truth. This way, there was no question. She had to push him out of her life and she had to do it right away. He’d already done enough damage.

      “I’m sorry, Marco,” she said shortly, turning away. “I don’t know anything about your plans.”

      He frowned, watching her progress back into the house, then followed her inside and studied her face. “But if we spent a lot of time together…”

      She looked up. “I’m sorry. I’m afraid I can’t really help you.” She met his gaze with a cool determination. He wasn’t going to manipulate her. “We spent some time together. We had some laughs. But that was about it. You didn’t exactly let me into your life in any meaningful way.”

      As she said the words, she realized, with a sinking heart, how close to true they had to be.

      He picked the photo up off the counter. “This picture gives a different impression. I’d say more than a few laughs were sparking between these two people.” His gaze held hers. “You and me.”

      She didn’t let him see her involuntary wince. “Photography tells lies.”

      “Not this one.”

      “How could you know that? You don’t remember anything. Isn’t that right?” She looked at it. “This picture is fiction, pure and simple.”

      He frowned, not accepting her judgment at all. “But we did spend time together.”

      She drew in a sharp breath. “Yes.”

      “And you have some idea of what I did while I was here, where I went, whom I saw.”

      She hesitated. If she wasn’t careful, he was going to draw her in again. “Well, I noticed a bit, here and there,” she said, sounding rather defensive but not sure how to avoid that. “I wasn’t exactly following your every move, you know.”

      “But you could help me map out a sense of what I did and where I did it.”

      No, she could not. She had to nip this idea in the bud. “Are you serious? I’m a waitress. I was working at Kimo’s during that time. You came in for breakfast every day. We said hello.”

      He stared deep into her eyes for a moment, then turned away, groaning. “Shayna, don’t try to snow me with this ‘I was too busy to pay any attention to you’ nonsense.”

      “What do you mean?” She coughed nervously, then tried again. “We had a laugh or two together. We went on a couple of jaunts around the island. And that’s about it.” She shook her head emphatically, her hair slapping her on the cheek. “I can’t help you.”

      He stared at her. “Then who can?”

      She avoided his gaze. “I really don’t know.” She made a show of glancing at her watch. “Sorry, but I’m going to have to cut this СКАЧАТЬ