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gentle touch. His warmth seemed to slither through my chest and into
my belly, sparking a flame in my core. My nipples stood up, hard as
diamonds against my shirt. And I was wet, with only a thin piece of
silk between me and the hot truck seat. The pleasure of it was so
strong and so new, I almost moaned out loud.
    I must have felt it
before. I was a grown woman, and if the ring on my left hand was any
indication, I might be a married one, too.
    “How did this all
start?” he asked.
    I took a long breath
and forced myself to look at him. “I couldn’t tell you.”
    “Okay,” he said
evenly. “What can you
tell me?”
    I could tell him quite
a lot, actually, though none of it made any sense. “I woke up on a
park bench in a town I’ve never seen before,” I said. “No
money, no phone, just the clothes I had on. That’s all I know.”
    For the first time
since he’d sweet-talked me out of a tight spot with the bikers,
Drex was speechless.
    “That was three days
ago,” I said.
    “Three days? Okay…uh, what did you do after you woke up?”
    The memory had blurred
into a hazy dream of dust, hot sun, and empty roads. “I started
walking. It was the only thing I could of.” I took a deep breath
and told him what I hated to admit even to myself. “Walk and try to
figure out who I am.”
    His brow creased. “What
do you mean, who you are?”
    “When I woke up, I
couldn’t remember anything. Who I was or how I got there.”
    The look in his eyes
chilled me. “Holy Christ,” he said, shaking his head slowly.
    “Yeah,” I said. “I
know.”
    At first, I hadn’t
known anything was wrong. But then everybody I met started asking the
same questions. What’s your name? Where are you going? Don’t you
remember?
    Remember. I heard that word a hundred times, but hard as I tried I couldn’t
seem to do it.
    For all I knew, my life
had always been this way. I’d been wandering from place to place by
myself, forever.
    “You’re telling the
truth?” Drex asked.
    “Yes. I wish I
weren’t.”
    My cheeks burned as he
raked my face and body with his eyes. Even walking around in public
half-naked, I hadn’t felt as exposed as I did right now.
    “There must be some
clue,” he said. “Something about you that will tell us who you
are.”
    “There isn’t.”
    I’d already examined
myself obsessively, inspecting every inch of skin in the fluorescent
bathrooms of bus stations and cheap motels. I’d hoped for a tattoo,
a scar, anything that could point me toward my past, but all I had
was my ring, a t-shirt, and a pair of tight, cutoff shorts. Before
I’d had to leave the shorts behind and run for my life at night
across a busy highway.
    “What about your
ring?” he asked. “Is there an inscription?”
    “No.”
    “Is it a wedding
ring?”
    I looked at the
scratched-up piece of silvery metal and wished it could speak. “I
have no idea.”
    “I don’t hear an
accent when you talk,” he said. “Even if I did, I’m not sure
what that would tell me.”
    He rubbed a hand over
his forehead. In the last half hour, that strong hand had grabbed me,
dragged me, and hurled me into a truck. Who knew what it could do if
I really pissed him off?
    “How did you get to
Chimayo?” he asked.
    “I found twenty
dollars in my pocket. It was damp but I was able to buy a bus ticket
with it. I rode to the end of the line, hoping to see something
familiar. But nothing meant anything to me.”
    He let out a hard sigh.
“You should go to a hospital. Maybe you were injured. They might be
able to help.”
    “I went to an
emergency room yesterday.”
    His eyes brightened.
“And?”
    “And, I’ve got a
little bump on my head and I can’t remember anything. Nothing’s
wrong with me as far as they can tell.”
    “And what, they just
let you go?”
    “They couldn’t hold
me against my will. My tests were normal. That’s it.”
    He arched his eyebrows
at me. “No, that’s not it. Somebody’s looking for you, sweetheart.