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bartender came over immediately and Brand looked into his eyes. He knew those copper-colored eyes. He’d looked into them last night and thought how strange they were.
    And when the guy put a Seven and Seven in front of him without asking… Brand had to take a deep breath because he felt like he was suffocating.
    How much weirder could this get? And why did he still want Lucy with a lust bordering on obsession?
    The first notes of “My Funny Valentine” echoed through the suddenly silent room, and he turned to watch Lucy without taking a sip of his drink.
    Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. And so damn familiar, he felt he knew her voice as well as he knew his own. What the hell was going on?
    ***
    Lucy let the last note of the ancient Etruscan lament hang for a few seconds before cutting it off.
    As one, the audience inhaled, as if they’d been holding their breath, then began to applaud. Usually when she’d had a bad day, that sound lifted her spirits. Tonight, the adulation fell on deaf ears. She couldn’t hear, couldn’t see anything but Brandon.
    She felt his intense gaze from across the room. He hadn’t taken his eyes off of her for the entire set.
    He waited impatiently for her to come talk to him, watched as she greeted the lucani and a few linchetto as they made their way out the door. He sat on the same stool as last night. She knew he’d regained his memories. And the suspicion in his expression bit into her conscience.
    What had she done wrong last night?
    Well, that’s easy. You didn’t want to wipe his memories so you did a shitty job of it.
    No, she didn’t believe that.
    Come on. You didn’t want him to forget you.
    That she couldn’t deny.
    And now you’re stalling.
    Silently, she told herself to shut up and made her way to the bar, pulling herself onto the stool beside Brandon. She barely had her ass on the cushion before he said, “Tell me why the hell I didn’t remember I was here last night until about two hours ago. And don’t lie and tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about. I know I was here.”
    His brown eyes bored into hers. Anger, determination, and desire made his voice drop almost to a growl.
    Behind the bar, Ty tensed and set down the rag he’d been using to wipe bottles. Her son would fight to the death for her. And he’d win.
    She shook her head at Ty then watched as he poured her a tumbler of Crown Royal and set it before her. After a healthy sip, she took a deep breath.
    â€œThank you, sweetheart.” She smiled at Ty, though she knew it didn’t reach her eyes. “Why don’t you get going? I’ll lock up tonight.”
    Ty looked like he wanted to say something but he must have thought better of it. Finally he sighed and nodded. “See you tomorrow. If you need anything…”
    It was Brandon’s turn to stiffen, as if he was offended by the implication that he might hurt her. But he didn’t say anything.
    â€œI’ll be fine. Good night, Ty.”
    Brandon stayed silent as Ty made his way out the door. But his gaze never left hers.
    â€œHow badly are you injured, Brandon?”
    His mouth drew into a straight line. “It’s a deep bruise. I’ve had worse. What the hell happened last night? Was I drugged? Hypnotized? What?”
    She took another sip of her drink and looked him straight in the eyes. “Yes, you were here and no, you weren’t drugged.”
    A muscle in his tight jaw jumped and his hand tightened into a fist. She had no fear that he would hit her but she worried that any excitement would agitate his injuries. “Why do my memories seem messed up, jumbled?”
    â€œAre you really sure you want to know?”
    He didn’t answer right away, as if he were thinking about it.
    â€œWhy wouldn’t I?”
    She took another sip of her drink, listening as Ty closed and locked the front door. When he’d walked