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work for this organization?”
    “Yes.”
    She raised her hand and rubbed her forehead. “Why don’t I remember?”
    “Because someone’s been giving you drugs to make you forget.”
    “Who? Why?”
    “A man by the name of Donald Rosemount.”
    Her body went stiff.
    “Do you remember him?”
    Her eyes flickered closed as she shook her head. “I’m so tired.”
    Leaning forward, he kissed the top of her head. “I know you are.”
    “Are we lovers?”
    “Why?”
    “You keep caressing me. I just wondered.”
    “We were at one time.”
    “But no longer?”
    “No.”
    “What happened?”
    Ethan pulled himself up. Talking about their past … how stupid he’d been. Hell, he’d rather swallow rocks. But she was waiting for an answer. He could lie. Tell her the things he’d always told her … that he hadn’t loved her, hadn’t wanted to spend his life with her.
    There were too many lies between them already, but he saw no point in unearthing more demons for either of them. Yet there was one truth he had never denied. “I thought you deserved better.”
    A hint of something like humor flickered in her face. “So you made up my mind for me? You sound very arrogant.”
    He grinned. That was a very Shea-like comment. “Yeah, I do, don’t I?”
    Confused green eyes searched his face, as if she was willing herself to remember him. A slender, shaky finger traced the scar on his cheek. “How did this happen?”
    “Wrong place, wrong time.”
    The disappointment in her expression forced the truth. “Car wreck when I was a teenager.” He touched his face. “My souvenir.”
    “There was more to your injury than just physical.”
    “Yes,” he said quietly.
    “Someone else was hurt?”
    “Yes.”
    “You feel responsible.”
    A statement, not a question. He didn’t bother agreeing.
    She waited for several seconds. When he didn’t answer, she asked, “Why are your eyes black? Were you hurt rescuing me?”
    She didn’t remember hitting him with the canteen? “Yeah.”
    “I’m sorry to be such trouble for you.”
    Shea Monroe was the least docile person he’d ever met. If she’d been herself, she would have laughed and told him he needed to do more training because he was obviously rusty. He missed her smart mouth.
    Breaking off part of a protein bar, he handed it to her. “Try to eat this. I’m hoping by tomorrow, you’ll feel well enough to travel.”
    “Where are we going?”
    “Home.”
    “Where is home?”
    Good question. Shea had a house in Key West, Florida. She and Cole had lived there after they married. But there was no way she could live on her own. First of all, she still didn’t know who she was. Secondly, Rosemount would probably be combing the country trying to find her. He gave her the only answer he could, knowing deep down that he wanted this more than anything.
    “You live in the United States … in Tennessee.” He paused. “With me.”
    Tilting her head, she looked a little startled and then, doing what she’d done since they’d started this conversation, she accepted what he’d said as fact. “It will be nice to go home.”
    “Yes, it will.”
    After she ate, she slept for several more hours. When she woke, it was early afternoon, and though she seemed weak and confused, she was docile. Ethan figured that was the best he could hope for right now.
    She shifted on the blanket and he knew her body had to be sore and uncomfortable. Going through withdrawal anywhere was no picnic. Experiencing it while on the floor of a cave in the middle of the Mexican jungle with a stranger you thought was your enemy would be a piece of hell.
    “Do you need to go outside?”
    Her mind even more exhausted than her body, she shook her head. The demons had quieted in her nightmares and the pain had lessened, but the insidious doubts remained. This man seemed to believe what he told her. If he spoke the truth, she’d been drugged and used. All her memories were gone. If, however, he was