“So now what?”
His arms around me tighten and the thread of tension is back. “Now.” He sighs. “I don’t know. Is there any chance you’d willingly go back to get your memories wiped? All of this?”
I try to lurch off his lap, but he catches me and pulls me back down. “Easy. I’m not going to make you. I’m just exploring possibilities.”
“No chance,” I say firmly. “No chance in hell.”
He chuckles. “Smart woman. And I love your fire, baby.”
“Couldn’t I just promise never to tell anyone? Take your secret to the grave?”
He’s silent for a moment, then he says, “Yeah. I’ll need that promise from you, baby.”
I swivel on his hard thighs to look him in the eye. “I swear to God. I’ll never tell.” I cross my heart and hold up three fingers, Girl Scout style.
His lips twitch and he grabs my fingers
