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Women like you don’t
just walk off without anybody knowing.”
    I frowned. “Women
like me?”
    He rolled his eyes.
“Beautiful, okay? Relax.”
    Beautiful? Had he taken
a hard look at me? Or was this a ploy to keep me talking? Hard as I
tried not to, I felt a hot rush of pleasure that he’d said it, no
matter what the reason.
    “If somebody’s
looking for me, I’d be on the news,” I said.
    “How do you know
you’re not?”
    “Because I know. Look
it up. I’ll wait.”
    He pulled out his
phone, typed something, and scrolled down. “Missing woman, Texas,”
he muttered. “Blue eyes.” After five minutes of looking, he
hadn’t found any results that matched my description.
    “That was just a
quick search,” he said, pocketing his phone. “It doesn’t mean a
thing.”
    “Sure, it does,” I
said. “I’ve watched every TV and read every newspaper I could
find, and no one’s mentioned me. I asked at the hospital, too.”
    “The police’ll have
a missing person’s report. I promise you that.”
    I clutched a hand to my
chest. “Don’t make me walk into a police station like this.
Please. After these last few days – I can’t. I’ll go tomorrow.”
    “Tomorrow?” He
shook his head like I just wasn’t getting it. “Don’t you want
your family to find you?”
    “If I had a family,
wouldn’t I know by now?”
    “Everybody has a
family.”
    “Really? Why didn’t
they go to the press? You know what it’s like when somebody
disappears. It’s all over the news.”
    “They might not
realize you’re gone yet. It’s only been three days.”
    “Only? Three days is
a long time. Believe me, I know.”
    I could hardly breathe
when he stared at me like that, as if he were dismantling me with his
eyes. “A bump on the head means you were hurt,” he said, his
patience clearly running low. “Something happened. You need to find
out what the hell it was.”
    I was way ahead of him,
finally. “I’ve already seen a doctor. In fact, I saw three at the
same hospital. All I need is a good night’s sleep.”
    He leveled a look at
me. “A woman with amnesia needs a lot more than a good night’s
sleep.”
    Suddenly exhausted from
talking, I marshaled my last shred of humility. “I’m begging you,
and I don’t like to beg. If you could lend me a hundred dollars for
a motel room…” I felt queasy asking. In my former life, I
probably didn’t hit up gorgeous strangers for handouts very often.
    He snorted. “No way.”
    “Why not? I promise
I’ll pay you back.” Everything about him said money, power,
privilege. He couldn’t spare a few bucks?
    He responded with a
harsh huff. “You’re not staying in a motel, not after what you
pulled at that bar,” he said, waving a hand. “If you won’t go
to the police, you’re coming with me.”
    His tone was
commanding, as if he were used to giving orders and having them
followed.
    “What do you mean,
coming with you? Where am I going?”
    “Does it matter? It’s
better than wherever you spent last night, I guarantee you that.”
    Considering I’d slept
three fitful hours on a bunch of quilting scraps behind a fabric
store, I couldn’t argue. “I can’t pay you for anything.”
    “I gathered that,”
he said, pulling back into traffic. He accelerated hard, pinning me
to the seat. Like it or not I was going with him, wherever he wanted
to go.
    “I’ll make it up to
you,” I said. “I mean it.”
    “Oh, don’t worry,
you’ll earn your keep,” he said without a hint of humor. “I’ve
been living the last two days without a housekeeper and I’m pretty
damn tired of it.”

CHAPTER THREE
    For the rest of the
drive, Drex stayed silent.
    I didn’t know where
we were going and almost didn’t care. At least I wasn’t on foot
anymore. I wasn’t walking down the street in my underwear. And I
wasn’t alone.
    But every time I snuck
a look at the side of his face, I wished I were.
    I had to stay sharp. I
couldn’t get distracted and lose the