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."
“If I had to choose one guy in this place to get naked with, I’d pick Reece Harrow. Without a single shred of doubt… My goodness, he’s so damn sexy…” Tiffany fanned herself with a cocktail napkin and slanted Amara Rafferty an envious glance.“Unfortunately, there’s only one woman in this bar he’s interested in, and it certainly isn’t me, sweetie.” With a patient smile, Amara set down her serving tray at the end of the mahogany bar as Frank poured drinks for the waitresses to deliver to the Saturday evening thirsty customers. Her friend’s insinuation was as clear as the crystal hanging from the glass racks overhead. Reece Harrow wanted HER, and for the past nine months he’d made his interest in her blatantly obvious, despite how many times she’d turned down his advances. Unerringly, Amara’s gaze sought and found the man in question, a gorgeous male specimen with dark, tousled hair, hot, deep, dark chocolate eyes, and a lean, honed body made for s
Amara placed a plate of potato chips on a table between a couple on a date and shivered at the thought of Reece uncovering all her secrets, being a private investigator… And what about the erotic fantasies she harbored involving him? He’d either be very shocked or very pleased to discover her private thoughts with him in the starring role. Not that he’d ever find out how she truly felt about him. After nine months of looking over her shoulder, Amara was just starting to feel safe and secure with her life. The last thing she needed to do was allow sexual urges to lead her astray, despite how much Reece’s flirtatious behavior beckoned her to take a chance on him, to be a bit wild, reckless, and adventurous for a change. It couldn’t happen. She delivered tequila shots to a trio of guys in a corner booth, took more orders for drinks and appetizers, refilled bowls of peanuts, cleaned tables, and collected generous tips along the w
Moments ago, it had taken every ounce of willpower not to pull her against his aroused body and taste her parted lips. And judging by the desire he’d seen flash across her features, he knew Amara hadn’t been immune to their close proximity, either. Undoubtedly, Reece was highly attracted to her, but it was more than just her incredible body and their sizzling chemistry that drew him. So much more… While she was outwardly intelligent, gorgeous, and sweet, there was more to Amara Rafferty than met his trained eye. There was a certain vulnerability he’d glimpsed a time or two. She was a real sex bomb, but she was very private, very reserved. And there were emotional barriers she erected that gave him the impression she was hiding something deeper than feigned disinterest.“My game, dude!” Reece turned around and frowned at his friend Andy, who was grinning triumphantly.“What?”“The game’s over, Reece. And I won.” Andy leaned a h
For as many times as Reece had fantasized about this moment with Amara, he'd never once imagined he'd be kissing her during a moment of crisis such as this. Neither had he expected her to be the originator of the kiss. No, he'd always envisioned their first kiss as a slow, sensual, erotic exploration. Him coaxing her passion to the surface at a leisurely pace, and her gradually surrendering. This reckless embrace went beyond a sweet, lingering kiss and went straight for fast, deep, and blistering hot, as well as wild and consuming. Amara clung to him as if she wanted to crawl into his skin and be a part of him, plastering her soft, lush curves along the length of his body in a way his long-denied libido couldn't ignore. The fingers she'd thrust through his hair flexed for a better hold and Amara angled his mouth for greater pressure, sealing their lips so tightly he was certain he'd bruise her. She didn't seem to care… Desper
Reece paced restlessly in the hospital waiting room, surrounded by Bryce, his brother, Claire, his future sister-in-law, and Andy, a police detective, and his best friend. It had been three hours since Amara had been admitted, and other than a few vague updates that didn't satisfy Reece, they still didn't know her final prognosis. The wait was excruciating, and Reece was eternally grateful that he had the support of his friend and family to keep him company. Because, otherwise, this waiting would’ve been pure torture. Scrubbing a hand along his tense jaw, Reece exhaled in frustration. The last time he, Bryce, and Claire had been in a hospital had been five months ago when their sister, Daphne, had gone into labor. Back then, their presence in a medical facility had been a happy, joyful event as they'd welcomed an eight-pound, three-ounce baby girl Daphne and Sean had named Deidre Marie. But today, the mood was somber and grim as the fou
A soft, snoring sound pulled her from her disturbing thoughts. With a frown, Amara turned her head, glanced down, and found a man slumped forward in an armchair at the side of her bed, his dark head and brawny arms resting on the mattress near her hip. Another snuffling sound escaped him, and she smiled, recognizing that tousled dark hair and the strong, gorgeous profile as Reece's. It appeared he'd fallen asleep while watching over her, and the caring gesture warmed her deep inside. A brief recollection flashed inside her head, of Reece's lips on hers and a wild, deep kiss, unlike anything she'd ever indulged in. She knew Reece, and along with that certainty came the knowledge that he made her feel safe, secure, and desired. But she had no idea what was his role in her life. Was this man her boyfriend? Lover? Friend? Judging by the awareness and intimate longing swirling within her, Amara was guess
Reece washed his hands, then splashed cool water on his face, trying like hell to push away the guilt eating at his conscience. He dried the dampness from his skin with a paper towel and shoved his fingers through his hair in a paltry attempt to tame his unruly morning hair. Amara believed he was her fiancé. When the nurse had made that announcement, he'd witnessed Amara's surprised expression and had held his breath, waiting for her to ask him if it was true. Much to his relief, she didn't question it, which saved him from outright lying to Amara's face. For now… Bracing his hands on the edge of the sink, Reece stared at his reflection in the restroom mirror, noting the lines of exhaustion at the corners of his eyes. Undoubtedly, he was lying by omission, because he planned to use the ‘fiancé’ pretense to his advantage, to remain as close to her as possible so he could protect her until he nailed the source of her fears the
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