into slippers. Still cold, I pull on a matching black jacket and then return to the sink to use the hair dryer. As the wet strands become a sleek and shiny dark brown, I wonder if Kayden knows the me that had red hair. If he does and didnât tell me, that will be a hard pill to swallowâespecially since I still canât remember my past.
Thatâs enough to launch me toward the bedroom, and I suddenly stop, staring at the massive king-sized bed I share with Kayden. My mind is searching for the secrets of my past and I have a flickering image of me naked and tied to a bed, and another image of David and me fighting in our hotel room, and Iâm not sure why Iâm thinking of these two things right now. How do they connect to this room, and this moment? They feel nothing like any experience I have ever had with Kayden. But then, maybe thatâs the point: he is different. My instincts about him say heâs different. But if my instincts are good, how the heck did I have those prior experiences?
Shaking off the questions, I leave the bedroom, entering the hallway with an odd sense of being watched. Ridiculous, since Kayden doesnât allow cameras in our tower, but I leave the bedroom door open and peer at the high ceiling as I start to walk, deciding Iâm just spooked due to Enzoâs death. How can I not be? Still, I rub the prickling sensation on the back of my neck, and it feels like forever before I turn into the living room. Crossing behind the couch toward the kitchen, I find myself remembering those naked, intimate moments with Kayden only a short time ago. The passion. The trust Iâd felt for him. And then his words: âWe both want more. Until we donât.â The words send a surge of adrenaline and nerves through my body.
The scent of freshly brewed coffee teases my nostrils as I reach the kitchen, where I immediately find Kayden standing behind the island. But itâs not him that makes my heart lurch, as usual. Itâs my gun thatâs lying on the counter between us. And when I should perhaps step backward I find myself charging forward to claim the other side of the counter. âWhat is that for?â
âYou thought you needed it earlier,â he says. âI want you to have it now.â
My fingers curl on the tiled counter. âDo I need it?â
âThatâs for you to decide.â
âThat isnât the answer I want.â
His jaw sets hard. âIf youâre expecting an answer youâll want, youâd better pick up that gun.â
We stare at each other, a push and pull between us that has nothing to do with fear or intimidation, and everything to do with a bond we both know is being tested. âI know what youâre doing.â
âWhat am I doing?â
âThe same thing you did outside that church, when you helped me hold the gun to your chest.â
âWhich is what?â
âOffering me the façade of control.â
âYou holding a loaded gun on me in no way equals a façade.â
âI know you now,â I counter. âYou donât give up control, even when you say you are.â
He rests his hands on the counter, one turned just enough for me to catch a glimpse of the hawk inked on his wrist, its wings spread, the mark of a man whose rules of many must dictate his actions. âThere are two sides to this coin,â he says, his words drawing my attention, his pale blue eyes piercing mine. âThe me with you, and the me with everyone else.â
âWe barely knew each other at the church.â
âIâd already decided you were mine. You just didnât know it yet.â
I glower at him, frustratingly aroused and angry. âI know you havenât lived in America in a long time, but thatâs a very caveman-like, antifeminist statement to make.â
âI wasnât aware you were a feminist.â
âYes, well, I wasnât either specifically,
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