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Injured and capable of bringing out her Florence Nightingale instincts. Check. Bright and obviously well-educated. Check. Often looking like a lost little boy because he had no idea who he was. Check. International man of mystery. Check. And fricking capable of reading minds and surfing the fricking web in his fricking head. Check. And mate.
    Megan had wanted with every ounce of her soul to run off with him on a great adventure. But he had made a good point, and she wasn’t suicidal. Too bad, because unlike marriage, this was an adventure she was certain she wanted to undertake.
    Her parents had gone through a messy divorce, so she was jaded about people and relationships. She had often wondered if humans were even psychologically built for marriage. Yes, it was probably genetically ingrained in the species for people to mate up to help raise children, like those tuxedo-wearing Emperor penguins that were always the subject of documentaries.
    And maybe mating for life made sense in prehistoric times when many died before their kids were through puberty. She had never forgotten what she had learned in a history class at UCLA: that the average life expectancy in the Roman empire had been in the twenties, below the age at which the vast majority of people even married in today’s world. It was true that many Roman’s died during childhood, skewing the average lower, but still . . . Till death do us part seemed far more achievable when your death came in your twenties or thirties rather than at eighty.
    She was still young, but she was getting to the point at which she had to think about what course she wanted her life to take. She had become as morose as she could ever remember. Maybe the move to Bakersfield at this time in her life had affected her more than she thought. She hadn’t lost her memory like Hall, but she had severed a large part of her past life just as well.
    She had always been outgoing, but without question the move had dampened this personality trait. She knew she didn’t need a man for happiness, but she did need something . She lived alone. Yes, she had made a few friends in her apartment complex and had gone out dancing and to a few bars, but while she had been hit on a number of times, she hadn’t found anyone she really liked. She was about to start online dating. Why not? Everyone was doing it these days, and if you went to bars, you couldn’t exactly complain about the quality, and motives, of the men you met there.
    In fact, she needed to stop going to bars for a more important reason: she had started drinking more than she should, probably to fill a void within. She had to get this under control. She had always been the kind of person that the expression, “high on life” was made for, stupid as it was. So why did she seem to need alcohol lately for this purpose?
    She frowned as she thought about it. Maybe she should have insisted on helping Nick Hall anyway. You only go around once in life. In addition to the mystery of the man and the many silly romantic buttons he had pushed, there was something about his personality, beyond all of these other factors, that she had liked. A shyness. A vulnerability. An intelligence.
    On the other hand, who knew what amnesia did to a personality? Hard to be overbearing when you were so confused. Maybe he was a total jackass when he remembered who he was. Maybe he was in a hot-and-heavy relationship. But even if he did turn out to be taken, or a total jerk, it didn’t matter. Even if she had no interest in him, it didn’t matter. Because telepathy was awesome . Beyond awesome. Talk about adding spice to your perspective. She would kill to be a part of whatever he was involved in.
    She just wasn’t quite ready to die for it.
    He had agreed to come back for her when he learned more about who he was, and what he was up against. Even so, she knew the chances she would ever see him again were small. The e-mail message he would be sending soon, telling her where