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man attached to the arm around her waist.
    "Jesus Christ." She had no recollection, no
recognition of the beautiful stranger. He looked as exhausted as
she felt. His clothes were ragged, and so were hers. She pulled his
arm from her, scrambling to get up but her head was too woozy and
she landed back on her ass. She was wearing only her bra and her
skirt had been torn away, leaving most of her thighs exposed.
    The ridiculously handsome stranger opened
his eyes, looked at her intently for a moment, and then sprang to
life.
    "Melanie!" he said. His voice was full of
concern.
    "How do you know my name?" She said.
    "What do you mean? We were on the flight
together--"
    "What flight? Who are you?"
    "It's me, Alex your..." His voice trailed
off.
    "My what?" A feeling of dread came over her,
that name -- it meant something.
    He put his hands to her shoulders but she
shrugged them off. "Get away from me! I need to know how I got
here."
    "Melanie, we were in a plane crash. You and
I are the only ones that made it."
    Her breathing became rapid. She remembered
that she was a flight attendant with Drummond Airlines.
    "How many people are dead? How many people
were on the flight?"
    "There were just three of us."
    "That doesn't make sense. I work passenger
flights--"
    "Just three crew on a small plane. You and I
are the only ones alive."
    "Where are we?"
    "I'm not sure exactly. We were flying to
Tahiti when we went down, so we're somewhere in the South
Pacific."
    "Why did you have your arm around me?"
    He looked at her intensely, his thoughts
hidden under his dark brows.
    "Don't you remember?"
    "Remember what?"
    "The plane ditched into the sea but the
fuselage gave way. The plane separated into two sections. I was in
the cockpit and you were in the living area with Sebastian. I found
you floating face down in the water. I barely made it to shore with
you."
    She shook her head, thinking he could have
been inventing the whole thing.
    "How about this Sebastian guy?"
    "I couldn't find him... there was no
trace."
    "Who was he?"
    Alex fought strong emotions as he looked
down into the sand. When he looked up again he had recovered
himself.
    "Don't worry about him. There's nothing we
can do for him now. What's the last thing you remember before
waking up on the beach?"
    Her sense of panic hadn't subsided. She was
trembling as she tried to draw the shredded strands of her memories
together.
    "I'm a flight attendant." She said. The man
nodded. "I was... I was in bed with Mitch."
    "Who's Mitch?" Alex said.
    Melanie hesitated. The guy in front of her
seemed angry, jealous if she didn't know better.
    "My boyfriend. Mitch McGovern. I went back
to his place after my last flight from Columbus to LA."
    "Since when?"
    "Not long; about six months." She put her
hands to her mouth in shock.
    "What is it Melanie? What's wrong?"
    "No! No, no, no, no. Shit."
    Alex moved closer to her again but she
pulled away. The memories were coming back: the underwear under the
bed, the baseball bat.
    "That bastard." She said.
    "Did he do something to you?" Alex was a
ball of rage, full of protective concern. Melanie couldn't hold
back. She buried her head in her knees and began to shudder as the
sobs came out. She felt Alex's big, protective arm wrap around her
and this time she didn't pull away.
    "Don't worry, baby." He whispered to her.
"I'll make everything good. I promise you."
    "Get away from me. I don't even know who you
are." She didn't move though. The strong arm around her felt too
good. She hadn't cried about breaking up with Mitch -- at least she
couldn't remember having cried and she needed to now.
    "It's okay Alex whispered. You just tell me
what he did to you and I'll make sure he gets what's coming to
him."
    She lifted her head, fought back the tears,
and pushed the stranger's arm away.
    "It's okay. He already did. I don't need you
to fight my battles for me… whoever you are."
    The big man appeared torn by her words.
    "You mean you don't remember anything