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times. But she hadn’t enjoyed the dating scene, the rush to take someone to bed. Acquaintances—really nonacquaintances—of a few hours were ready to hit the sheets. Not Christy.

      But tonight had been different. If J.D. hadn’t said no, she’d be in his bed right now. She covered her face with her hands.

      He was a man with integrity, she thought. He’d saved them both from embarrassment, maybe even heartache.

      She thought of the gentleness in his tone when he’d let her go, the sincerity in his eyes.

      How different he was from Keith. J.D. didn’t know if he was involved, yet still he wouldn’t take a chance of hurting someone. Keith had no compunctions about betraying the wife he saw every day.

      Christy glanced at the revolver she’d set on the nightstand and shook her head. Another embarrassment.

      All her pride in her ability to defend herself had been in vain. Even with a gun in her hand, J.D. had easily overpowered her. In his sleep.

      With a snort of disgust, she opened the drawer and shoved the gun inside, all the way to the back.

      When Christy woke the next morning, she hurried to the window and opened the blinds. The rain had stopped, but the sky still looked ominous, and though the water was beginning to recede, the road was still flooded.

      She dressed slowly. She dreaded coming face to face with J.D. after last night. After she’d practically jumped into bed with him. Well, she couldn’t avoid him. They were, after all, the only two people in their tiny, isolated world. She’d just have to pretend last night had never happened and hope he had the good manners not to mention it.

      He didn’t say a word. He greeted her in the kitchen and handed her a glass of too-warm orange juice. “Sorry, the kitchen is still closed,” he said.

      “Did you try the phone?”

      “Still down.”

      She took out her cell. Low battery, the screen said. And of course, she had no way to charge it. Damn, if something could go wrong, it would. She wanted to fling the phone onto the table. Instead she put it carefully into her pocket.

      Now they could do nothing but wait.

      She glanced across the table at J.D. as she nibbled on half-stale, untoasted bread.

      He looked up from his breakfast and met her eyes. Goose-bumps erupted on her arms, a blush warmed her cheeks, and all her plans to keep silent about what had happened between them evaporated. “Um, about last night—”

      “I don’t recall a thing. I have amnesia, remember?” That quick, charming grin spread across his lips.

      “I guess I don’t remember either, then,” Christy said. But she knew she wouldn’t forget, not even when J.D. was out of her life. She’d still wonder how his lips would have tasted, still regret not finding out.

      They finished their breakfast. “Do you want to put the furniture back?” J.D. asked.

      “I don’t think so. It may rain again.”

      “Didn’t you say your car wouldn’t start?” he asked. “Want me to take a look?”

      Even with amnesia, the guy figured his auto mechanics gene was still functioning. Typical male. “Doesn’t matter if it works or not,” she said. “My Toyota’s so low to the ground it would drown in a few inches of water.”

      “We could—”

      The doorbell rang and Christy jumped up.

      Was this a delayed response to her 911 call?

      But when she opened the door, she found Warner Thompson, the retired banker who lived down the street, his ruddy face wreathed in a smile. “Glad to see you survived the storm, young lady. Have any problems?”

      Her heart began to pound. Here at last was her chance to tell someone about J.D.

      Christy hesitated as Warner waited for her answer. Say you have a problem, say a stranger invaded your house, ask Warner for help. Do it.

      Yesterday she would have, without hesitation. But the words didn’t come. She and J.D. had reached a turning point last night. Everything was different now. She shook her head.

      Behind her, she heard footsteps. J.D. strolled into the living room, carrying a glass in one hand and a dishcloth in the other. Warner’s eyes widened.

      What did her neighbor see? A delightful domestic scene. He was probably mentally congratulating Christy on replacing Keith with such an attractive man.

      “Hello there,” Warner said and put out a hand. “Warner Thompson.”

      J.D. shook it. “J. D. Russell.”

      Christy’s gaze leaped to J.D.’s. Had he remembered? Was that his real name? But J.D.’s smile was bland and his eyes focused on Warner.

      “I’m going to try and drive my SUV into town,” Warner said. “You two want to ride along?”

      Christy nodded. “That would be great. J.D. had a little accident yesterday. I’d like Dr. Mayes to take a look at it.”

      “Come on then.”

      As they drove to town through streets filled with debris and still knee-deep in water, Warner unabashedly quizzed J.D. about himself.

      “Where are you from, son?”

      Christy cringed. Warner had always reminded her of a jovial Santa Claus, but today she wished he weren’t so outgoing and interested in others.

      J.D., however, fielded the question with ease. “Houston.”

      “Nice place for you young folks, but too chaotic for Ellie and me. We like the quiet life here. Haven’t been back to Houston but a couple of times since we retired here three years ago, and that was for doctor’s appointments. Under protest.” He glanced at J.D. “What kind of work do you do?”

      “Consulting. Human relations.”

      “Teach those CEOs to be more compassionate, eh?”

      J.D. smiled. “Something like that.”

      Christy’s eyes widened at his glib answers. Either J.D. was an accomplished liar who’d been feeding her a line about having amnesia these past two days, or he’d regained his memory. She tried to send him a what’s-going-on? message with her eyes, but he avoided her gaze and continued the conversation.

      “How’d you two meet?” Warner asked as he turned onto San Sebastian’s main street.

      “At a party,” Christy said.

      “At the gym,” J.D. replied at the same time.

      Christy’s cheeks heated as she met Warner’s startled gaze. “Which?” he asked.

      “Party,” Christy repeated, then forced a chuckle. “We’d seen each other at the gym, but we didn’t really meet until that party. Remember, hon?” She turned and patted J.D.’s hand. “J.D. has such a bad memory for, um, details like that.”

      “Terrible memory,” he agreed, and added, “Really all I remember of that evening is Christy. She bowled me over. You could say I fell at her feet.”

      “Yeah, you could,” Christy muttered. She let out a breath of relief when Warner pulled the SUV into a parking space.

      “Well, here you are,” Warner said. “I need to pick up a few things for Ellie. Why don’t you two meet me at the hardware store around the corner in, say, three hours?”

      “Fine.” Christy could hardly wait to escape from his curious gaze. She tugged J.D. across the street toward the small medical building where Dr. Mayes practiced. She stopped in front of the door. “You remembered everyth—”

      “Nothing.”

      “But you gave Warner

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