Reece's day in Reno had been a long one, but very productive, and for that, he couldn't complain, despite the disturbing details of Amara's past he'd uncovered. The moment he came back to San Francisco, he'd decided to swing by the office and update Bryce on the information he'd discovered. Sitting in one of the chairs directly in front of Bryce's desk, Reece told him what he'd learned from Amara's ex-landlady, an older woman named Marie who'd seemed genuinely fond of Amara and concerned about her welfare. Once he'd shown proof of his identity as a P.I. and explained that Amara's life was possibly in jeopardy, the woman had offered him a wealth of valuable information that had been incredibly helpful. Now Reece passed on the details of their meeting to Bryce."While Amara was attending college at the University of Nevada, she started dating a guy called Don Anderson," he said, trying not to let the rage he'd experienced during the conversation with Marie
He gave his notes another glance. The details would be useful in his investigation, and with Amara, as well, when she finally regained her memory. What threw him the most were the three very different, distinct personalities he'd discovered of Amara over the past few days. He'd originally met a reserved woman at Frank's, one who worked and studied hard and didn't allow anyone to get too close. Now he understood why… Today, he learned about the vulnerable woman caught up in a mentally abusive relationship that had undoubtedly cut down her self-esteem and made her more wary with men. A woman who'd chosen a solitary lifestyle, all because she feared her past would eventually catch up to her. And now, at this very moment, waiting for him upstairs, was a woman with incredible internal strength who was coping with the loss of her memory and making the best of an uncertain situation. Amara now wore her emotions on her sleeve, openly
Obeying his request, Amara slid to the floor in front of Reece. She removed her gown, tossed it aside, and pushing his knees open, she moved in between. Slowly, deliberately, Amara eased the tab of his zipper down and over the thick shaft stretching tight the front of his jeans. Then, she grasped the waistband and pulled both his pants and briefs down his legs and off, leaving him just as naked as she was. Wetting her lips with her tongue as if he were a sensual feast she was about to devour, she encircled his hard length with her soft, slender fingers and squeezed his erect flesh. A drop of pre-come appeared, and Amara used her thumb to spread the silky bead of moisture over the broad tip and along the ridge of his shaft. His stomach muscles flexed, his member pulsed in response, and a lustful groan rumbled in his chest, encouraging her to continue. The sweetest, most seductive smile appeared on her lips."Now it's your turn to watch."
Working was indeed what Amara really needed to keep her mind from what was going on with her. Thank God she didn’t have to twist Reece’s arm too much in order to get a light ‘okay... if you must’ from his part. Amara slipped a new drink order behind the bar to Frank, then loaded her tray with a fuzzy navel and two bottles of beer to deliver to another table in the establishment. She scooped up a bowl of peanuts and gathered a few extra napkins just as Tiffany sidled up next to her at the bar to place a drink order of her own."You have new customers at tables seven and fourteen," she said, slanting Amara a quick, attentive glance. "Would you like me to take their orders for you?" Amara had only been on her shift for about forty minutes, but within sixty seconds of working the floor, she'd known that she was going to have to prove to her co-worker and friend, and to her boss… well, to everyone around, that she was fully capable of handling her job no coddl
The words written on the napkin hit her in the stomach with the force of a thousand heavyweight boxers. Cold sweat went down her spine and her heart stopped beating for a few instants. "Oh, God…" Amara croaked and dropped the ominous note as if it were toxic waste. Her entire body shook uncontrollably, the tremors starting deep and working their way up to the surface. The words ‘be more careful of your surroundings’ echoed strongly in her mind, and an image of the man at the restaurant saying them formed in her head. Had he followed her here to where she worked? And if so, why? The questions came fast and furiously, but unfortunately, there were no answers. Her head spun, an awful pressure grew in her chest, and an unexplainable fear clawed inside her as if attempting to break loose. Amara swayed on her feet, desperately trying to tamp down those alarming emotions, afraid if she dared to set them free, they'd strangle her.
She touched her fingers to his lips, so soft, warm, and wet from their kiss. “Amara… Baby… We have to talk…” he insisted, trying to focus on the issue at hand, and not on her sexual advances. "No, darling… We don’t!” Amara countered. “All I want now is to be with you, Reece. I want to feel your hands touching me, your mouth on my breasts, my belly, my thighs. I want your tongue on my sex… I need you, deep inside of me." Her request was explicit and shameless, but she didn't care. Being brutally honest with Reece was the only way she could make him understand the fierce need to be possessed by him. Not gently, but physically branded, so she knew she belonged to him and no one else. "Make me your love slave, Reece" she whispered huskily, tempting and teasing him with a reminder about their bet at the bar. “Tonight, make me yours in every way possible or imaginable.” His breathing deepened, his nostrils flared, and Amanda watched in pure female fascinat
It was nine-thirty the following morning before Reece heard the upstairs shower turn on and assumed that Amara had finally gotten out of bed. As for him, he'd been awake since before his alarm clock had gone off at five. He'd taken his own shower, had quietly gotten dressed for the day, then left Amara burrowed deep in the covers while he headed downstairs, to his home office. He wanted to get some work done before she woke up and he finally explained her past relationship with that bastard called Don Anderson. Last night, the woman he had in his bed had been completely and utterly insatiable to the point of exhausting them both, Reece recalled with a smile. They'd made love three times, and once their passions had cooled, peace and calm had settled over Amara. When she'd snuggled up to him and asked him to just hold her, Reece hadn't been able to destroy the bubble of intimacy with a serious discussion about her stalker. He knew there would be
Her expression was showing him pure panic and her breathing had grown labored."Are you saying that an old boyfriend… my ex-boyfriend is stalking me?""Yes, Amara. All the evidence that I've been able to come up with leads to Don Anderson." He placed a comforting hand over hers, not surprised to find her skin cool and clammy."Baby, the restaurant… the note… This is showing us that he's getting bolder in his attempts, and you need to know who and what is threatening you.""I don’t understand… Why is he threatening me? Why would he want to hurt me?" Because Don Anderson was a deranged son of a bitch who didn't deal well with rejection, Reece thought bitterly. But he kept his own personal theory to himself, instead revealing to Amara what he'd discovered from her landlady, Marie. Reece explained how Don had become more domineering of her and mentally abusive, and how his temper had exploded when she'd taken on a job as a showgirl to earn some extr
As much as she longed to surrender to his tempting overture, her cautious nature couldn't help but wonder if he was here out of some warped sense of obligation. Or were Reece’s actions motivated by guilt? There was one way for Amara to find out. And if he gave her the answers she sought, she was all his in return."Reece… I want to know if… When you told me you loved me that last night we were together, did you mean it? Was that for real?" Amara held her breath as she waited for him to answer. His gaze softened, glowing with the same emotion she'd seen in his eyes that night they'd bared their hearts to each other."I never say anything I don't mean, precious. And I’m not going to start now. I meant every single word I’ve said to you. Every single one. How about you? Did you mean it?""Yes! I meant everything I’ve said, Reece!" Amara fiercely exclaimed. "I knew the depths of my feelings for you even if my mind was under the influence of amnesia."
He'd watched Daphne and Bryce struggle with the same fears and doubts not that long ago. He'd even helped them to recognize the weaknesses that had prevented them from grasping happiness together. What Reece hadn't admitted to himself was that he'd been afflicted with the same insecurities as a result of his shaky childhood. The scared little boy inside him who'd faced so much rejection and pain in the past had kept him from laying his soul on the line the morning Don had attacked Amara… That damned morning when she walked out of his life… As hard as it was for him to admit, he'd been scared of taking a personal gamble that would leave him emotionally vulnerable. Then and there, Reece should have been brave enough to tell Amara exactly how he felt about her, as Andy had suggested. With the return of her memory, Amara needed to understand that his feelings for her were real, and not a part of some pretense designed to protect her. Now th
Her expression wasn’t hurt because of the lie or angry… Maybe a bit disappointed. The look he saw in her eyes hit Reece deep in the gut. At this point in time, Reece knew he had to come clean and tell her everything. He owed Amara at least that."It all started at the hospital,” Reece began explaining. “You’ve been brought there after the accident, but no one was telling us a damn thing about your state. The hospital policy said no one except a close member of your family should be informed about your state. So, when the doctor came to talk to us about you, I told him I was your fiancé. There was no hidden agenda on my part, none whatsoever. It was just a way for me to get into your room and get information from the doctor about your condition.” Amara said nothing, so Reece continued his explanation.“Once I told him that you were my fiancée, I gained access to your room, along with your prognosis. And from there, the fabrication snowballed. The doctor said it was b
The moment Reece pulled into his driveway and saw a patrol car and an ambulance parked in front of his house, fear nearly strangled him. What the hell was going on? What was the reason for this entire commotion?“Oh, God… No! No way in hell!” he murmured. “Amara… My love…” He jumped out of his vehicle and ran. The broken window next to the front door and the shards of glass crunching beneath his sneakered feet as he bolted into the foyer sickened him, adding to his anxiety and dread that Don Anderson had finally gotten to Amara. In his living room, Reece came across the paramedics strapping Don to a cot, and Reece's stomach lurched when he caught sight of the blood on the other man's face, and his lifeless form.“Amara!” he called her but she didn’t answer. His gaze frantically swept the general area for Amara, and his chest tightened with apprehension when he didn't find her around, in the room. Where in the world was she? Had they al
Once she'd made it to the master bedroom, Amara shut and locked the door. She bolted over to the dresser and rummaged through the drawer where Reece kept his gun, her heart beating in time with the heavy, angry footsteps of Don coming up the stairs. Amara tossed Reece's cotton undershirts onto the floor in her frantic search, and a sob of despair caught in her throat when she realized that the gun wasn’t there. He must have taken it this morning, though, for the life of her, she couldn't remember him wearing his holster, which didn’t mean much. She'd grown so used to the weapon being a part of him that she hardly noticed it anymore. But the fact remained that the gun was gone, and she was trapped upstairs with a psychopath coming after her. The bedroom door rattled as Don tried to kick in the sturdy wooden panel, spurring Amara to find another means of defense. She'd gone through two other drawers for something sharp or blunt to use when the doo
From a very early age, he'd learned to guard his thoughts and feelings, protect his emotions from potential pain, and form no attachments other than to his immediate family. Reece had broken every single one of those rules with Amara, who'd gotten under his skin and filled an emptiness in him he hadn't even known existed until her arrival, until the first moment he’d seen her. And for the first time ever, Reece wanted a woman in his life permanently… He was in love up head over heels and he was willing to risk everything to give up his solitary lifestyle and make a forever kind of commitment to Amara, who was just as much of a lost and lonely soul as he'd been. But first, he had to tell her the truth… and have as much faith in her as he could. Uncertainties and doubts attacked Reece's empty stomach, invading his system like angry bees, making him all too aware of everything Amara stood to lose, too. Inhaling a steady breath, he squeeze
Less than an hour later, Reece shrugged out of his formal jacket, tossed it onto the chair in the corner of his bedroom, and locked gazes with the woman who made him hard with wanting."Have I told you how incredibly sexy you look in that dress you're wearing?" With a sensual smile curving her lips, Amara closed the distance between them, tugged his bow tie loose, and dropped it graciously to the floor. Then she started in on the buttons of Reece’s dress shirt, her warm lips kissing each inch of skin she bared."Mm-hmm… You have, and I do believe you made mention of wondering what I'm wearing beneath this sexy dress, too.""So I did," he said huskily, helping her as Amara pushed his shirt off his shoulders, down his arms, and off. "Is that an invitation to find out, precious?" Laving one of his nipples with the flat of her tongue, Amara unbuckled his belt, pulled his zipper carefully over his enormous erection, and let his trousers fall to pool around his
By the time Reece lifted his head and grinned down at her, Amara was completely breathless, aroused, and flushed from his unexpected, spur-of-the-moment public display of affection.“What…” she mouthed and stopped. As she met Reece's tender, affectionate gaze, her heart swelled with… love for him, so full it felt near to bursting with emotion. And for the moment, for the night, the feelings between them were all that mattered to her. By eleven that night, the wedding revelry had died down considerably, leaving the last of the die-hard party guests to bring the evening's celebration to a close. A couple of dozen people remained, milling around and conversing with friends, and taking advantage of the music the band was still playing. Since Bryce and Claire had slipped out of the reception an hour earlier to get a head start on their wedding night, Reece had taken it upon himself to issue goodbyes and thank-yous to the guests as they left the dwind
Her expression was showing him pure panic and her breathing had grown labored."Are you saying that an old boyfriend… my ex-boyfriend is stalking me?""Yes, Amara. All the evidence that I've been able to come up with leads to Don Anderson." He placed a comforting hand over hers, not surprised to find her skin cool and clammy."Baby, the restaurant… the note… This is showing us that he's getting bolder in his attempts, and you need to know who and what is threatening you.""I don’t understand… Why is he threatening me? Why would he want to hurt me?" Because Don Anderson was a deranged son of a bitch who didn't deal well with rejection, Reece thought bitterly. But he kept his own personal theory to himself, instead revealing to Amara what he'd discovered from her landlady, Marie. Reece explained how Don had become more domineering of her and mentally abusive, and how his temper had exploded when she'd taken on a job as a showgirl to earn some extr