Page 17 of Lethal Threat

A husky laugh floats from her. “He can’t wear this T-shirt. It’s a kid’s size.”

“Is it Transformers or Ninja Turtles? If so he kept it since he was young.”

“Good grief.” She tugs at the too short hem of the shirt where it rests against her pale, bare skin.

All the moisture leaves my throat.My words come out gravelly. “Hey, can we look at each other?”

Sierra shifts. Her long red hair sways against her back. “I’m not myself. You’ll have to forgive me. Especially since I don’t know who I am.”

“Sweetheart.” This time my rusty voice is a fraction softer.

“I heard I’m engaged and since you’re the only person who’s supposed to be coming, I presume you’re it.The fiancé.”

My reply hangs on my tongue until I force them out. “I am.”

“This is weird,” she mutters.

“Agreed. I’m sure it’s hard as hell.”

The air crackles between us with a lightning charge.

She drops her face into her hands and goes quiet for a beat. “This whole amnesia thing is freaky and I have to admit, I’m really nervous about looking at you.”

“You don’t remember me at all?”

She shakes her head. The cascade of red silk shimmers in the light. “Not a thing and I’m scared to look at you.”

“I don’t think I’m too hideous.”

Her laugh is a little snort. “The nurse said you’re a looker.”

“Now that’s pushing it. I’d say I’m a six on a scale of ten.”

Her shoulders shake. Laughter is good.

I’m not used to seeing her hair down. Sierra’s a ponytail girl. Or a braid, tucked into a tight bun, when she’s working.

Unless we were in bed, then it was wild and free. Just like the rest of her.

Tingling starts in my fingertips and winds its way up my arms. Heated memories fight for space in my head. Right alongside the painful ones.

God, I wish this reunion was under different circumstances.

Taking slow steps toward her, I say, “Look at the bright side. This is kind of like you’re meeting a blind date.”

“Right, a one-sided blind date, since you know me.”

Oh, I know every single delicious inch of her.I know her fierce heart. I know the backbone of steel. I know everything.Pain knifes through my chest.

God. I missed her.

I rasp out a reply. “I do know you. Well.”

With my heart in my throat, I move in, letting her feel my presence against her left shoulder. “Not much of a view out there.”

Her long lashes flutter, but those eyes stay away from my direction. “I’m ready to get some fresh air.”

“The sooner you look at me, the sooner we get out ofhere. Unless you want to put a blindfold on and let me carry you.”