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
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
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
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
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