Hope That night, I was dressing for bed when Damian came up behind me and curled his arms around my waist. His hands rested over my stomach as he nuzzled a line from the top of my shoulder to the sensitive region just below my ear. Goose bumps danced and scattered along my skin, and i trembled against his chest. “I much prefer you naked, Hope,” he said as he slid one hand up to pluck at the string of the gown I had just slipped on. His words speared through my mind, sparking a distant remembrance. For a moment, i had an image of him standing before me, staring at me with glowing eyes, saying those exact words. I struggled to remember more, but it slipped away as fast as it had slipped in. I closed my eyes in frustration even as i gave way to the pleasure of his touch. He slid the strap over my shoulder, following it with his lips until it tumbled down my arm. Then he turned his attention to the other side, giving it the same down my arm. Then he turned his attention to the other s
Damian. I rose at dawn the next morning. I hadn’t slept since Hope had woken up with her nightmare. After I had soothed her, and she had fallen into a more peaceful rest, i lay awake, staring at the ceiling as i realized the impossibility of our situation. Careful not to wake her, i showered and dressed. After checking to make sure she hadn’t been disturbed, i went quietly down the stairs. I bypassed my office, though it was my custom to begin the day with business matters. This morning something drove me to the beach where Hope so often visited. The air was chilly blowing off the water, but i took no notice as I stood watching the waves break and slide into shore. Hope’s past, our past, threatened her in sleep. Her memories waged war at her most unguarded moments, and what would i do when it all came back? The terrible conflict that ate at me was wearing me down. I should be angry, and at times i was. But it was also easy to forget. Here on the island, safeguarded from the rest of
Damian "You or even me. I can’t figure you out, Damian, and I’m tired of trying. I’ve tried to be strong and undemanding, but I can’t do it anymore. I’m scared to death. I don’t know who I am. I wake up one day to find myself pregnant, and there’s a stranger by my bed who says he is my husband. One would think this would tell me that at least I was loved and cherished, but nothing you have done has made me feel anything but confusion. You run hot and cold, and I never know which one to expect. I can’t do this.” Coldness wrapped around my chest, squeezing until i couldn’t draw a breath. “What are you saying?” I demanded. She looked at me tiredly. “Why are you marrying me again? You could use this chance, my memory loss and get rid of me for good?” I frowned, not liking the corner she was backing me into. “You are tired and overwrought. We should go back in and continue this conversation where It’s warm” She cut me off with a furious hand. “I am not tired. I am not overwrought, and
Hope. I knelt in the cool soil of the garden and plucked the few weeds from around the flowers and greenery. With Damian ’s morning ritual of working,i had found other ways to occupy my time, much to the dismay of the gardener who flew out twice a week to tend the grounds. Ever since my outburst on the beach, Damian had ceased to push Alba and Dr. Karounis at me for every little health concern. Instead, they stayed firmly in the background on an as needed basis, and Damian had relented on my coming up and down the stairs alone. Despite the fact that he continued to work in the mornings, he came out to have breakfast with me before returning to his office. Then the fun began for me. Each day I found a new method of driving him insane. He would come looking for me when work was finished, and invariably i tried the restraint he had promised to exercise when it came to demanding that i rest. When Damian had found me in the garden on my hands and knees, ithought he was going to burst a
Hope. Not wanting to be entirely predictable, I forewent the garden the next day and opted instead for the heated pool. I had been eyeing it with longing since we had arrived, and thanks to boutiques only too willing to deliver to the island,i had a simply decadent swimsuit i was dying to try out. As i pulled the skimpy suit on, i realized that in essence i was trying to seduce Damian . Not that i hadn’t already, but i was attempting to make him fall in love with me. I frowned back at myself in the mirror. Wasn’t this backward? He was the one with the memory. Shouldn’t he be trying to make me fall in love with him? I knew i loved him but hadn’t said the words. Something had held me back, and now i pondered what it was that made me unwilling to take that jump. There was a hesitation about him that niggled at me, as though he wanted to keep a certain amount of distance between us. I didn’t want that. I wanted him to love me as i loved him. I sighed. If only i could remember. I w
Damian I entered my office, irritation replacing my earlier good mood. I stared hard at Rosie, who stood to the side. “I do not appreciate this intrusion,” i said crisply. “There was no call, no warning, no permission asked to come out here.” Rosie's face paled and her eyes widened. “This is my private living area, and as such, you do not have free rein as you do in my business settings. Are we understood?” “Yes, sir,” she said stiffly. “Now, what was so important that it didn’t warrant a phone call?” I demanded. “I have discovered that another design was stolen,” she said softly. “What?” Curses spilled from my lips, and it took a moment for me to realize I was speaking to myself, and Rose didn’t understand a word of it. I shook my head and put both hands down on my desk. “What design? Tell me everything.” Her expression hardened. “It is an older one, a design you discarded. It was the original plan for the Rio de Janeiro hotel. But still, she must have sold it to Marcelli wit
Damian I hung up the phone with a grimace and leaned back in my leather chair. I put my hands behind my head and stared up at the ceiling. I had to return to New York. Tony had called me with the news just moments ago, and i greeted the fact with a discomfort that was alien to me. Worse, i had had to inform my father that another of our designs had been stolen. We were understandably furious. With Hope. How would they react when they learned I had every intention of marrying her as soon as possible? I was torn between wanting Hope to go with me and wanting to keep her sheltered here on the island. Away from any chance she might remember. Away from the judgment and animosity of my family. The beginnings of a headache plagued me as I considered the selfishness of that particular thought. I knew, though, that when she remembered, and the doctors had assured me that she would, things would irrevocably change between us. I should still be furious with her, and i should be working to
Hope. Damian's jet touched down in New York in the late afternoon, and a limousine was waiting for us when we stepped off the plane. A tall, formidable looking man stood by the car, and as we drew closer, i could see a strong resemblance between him and Damian . “Tony,” Damian called out. “I did not expect you to meet us. This is a surprise.” Tony gave a half smile. “Can I not greet my brother?” Damian put an arm around my waist and drew me forward. “Tony,you remember Hope. Hope this is my younger brother Tony.” I smiled. “I’m very glad to meet you.” His gaze flickered impassively over me, and he didn’t return my smile.bSlowly mine faded as i read the unwelcoming look on his face. Instinctively, I shrank into Damian Then Tony’s gaze dropped to the hand on which i wore the ring, and he outright frowned. He stared back up at Damian, his jaw tight. “You will be courteous,” Damian said in a very low tone. Even so, I could hear the bite in his voice. “I’m pleased to see you again