Page 68 of Protected By the Sinner

“You can come in,” I force myself to say.

And then he appears in front of me.

Even without remembering him, it’s easy to understand why I fell in love.

Yes, I’ve decided I’m in love. Why else would a couple have a baby if not out of love?

I try to convince myself of that, but the truth is...I’m intimidated by his presence. The man isn’t just tall—he radiates power.

I start examining him from head to toe, hoping some memory will surface.

I may have lost my memory, but I can see for myself that yes, he must be very wealthy. His dress shoes shine like mirrors.

The tailored pants can’t hide the strength of his legs, nor does the fitted blazer.

Finally, I reach his angular face, square jaw, and those full lips that make mine tingle the second I see them.

I run my tongue over my lower lip, wondering how many times he must’ve kissed me—and the thought makes my heart pound.

But when I get to his eyes, what I see there makes me take a step back.

He looks like he’s angry with me.

That’s not the gaze of a man in love—it’s the look someone gives an enemy.

Instinctively, I wrap my arms around my stomach.

He follows the movement with his eyes, and his expression softens.

Am I losing my mind? Did fear make me imagine anger where there wasn’t any?

I shake my head and decide, yes, it was just my imagination.

I walk toward him, stopping very close. “Hi.”

“Amber.”

God, I like the way he says my name. “Yes, that’s what the doctor called me.”

“It wasn’t a question. I know your name is Amber.”

I nod. “They told me you’re the father of my baby.”

“Yes. He’s mine.”

Something about the way he says that doesn’t sit right with me, so I feel the need to correct him.

“And mine too, which makes himours.”

“Yes. He’s ours.”

“Were we happy about our baby, Beau? Can I call you that?”

“What else would you call me?”

Why isn’t he touching me? A man in love, whose pregnant girlfriend just survived an accident, should at least hug her, right?

“I don’t know. I thought that when we saw each other, things would become clearer, even if my memory didn’t come back. But I’m more confused than ever.”