The location wouldn’t come to him.
Her voice captured his attention again. And her beautiful eyes—so full of fear. “You know me?” she asked with such urgency that he could tell the answer was important to her.
“Yes. But I don’t understand where we are,” he managed to say.
“We’re at the Decorah Security safe house—in Western Maryland.”
He tried to take that in, but it wasn’t making any sense. He stared at her helplessly.
She leaned over him, grasping his hand.
“What’s going on?” he managed to ask.
“Cash, everything’s okay. You’re okay,” she said, but he could tell from her voice that she wasn’t sure it was true.
When he tried to leap off the bed, someone pressed a firm hand to his shoulder. It was . . . Jonah. Jonah had come here with him.
“The music,” he gasped out, panic almost closing off his windpipe. “The music.”
“What music?” Sophia asked.
“The woman was playing it. No wait—this time the woman wasn’t there.” He blinked in confusion, trying to sort through what was real and what wasn’t.
Sophia leaned over him, then brushed her mouth gently—so gently—against his. “Let’s start with the good part. Do you remember making love with me?” she asked softly.
A sizzle skittered over Cash’s nerve endings.
“Making love with you,” he murmured against her lips. “Yes. I remember that.” His gaze burned into hers. And he did remember. Making love all those years ago. And a few days ago. It had been wonderful back then. And wonderful when he had found her again.
He stared at her in amazement. “I remember,” he said, just to make sure it was true—and that she understood how much it meant to him.
“Good.”
He dragged in a breath and let it out. “I mean, not just us. I remember the assignment in Afghanistan.” He felt like a terrible weight had been lifted off his chest as relief flooded through him. “I remember. I can tell you about it.”