Page 603 of Flirting with Darkness

Maybe it wasn’t particularly safe for them to know he wasn’t who they thought he was, or that he had absolutely no idea who either of them were.

They thought they knew him.

He would simply pretend to know them, as well.

At least until he’d located his sword.

The dark-eyed one, the doctor, spoke to him again.

“Are you going to let go of that, Ghost?” she asked dryly. “Or are you hoping it will take you out of here again, before you have to explain to your worried wife what the hell it is you’ve been up to that nearly got you killed? Again?”

“Wife?”

That time, Ghost could not keep the shock from his voice.

Before he could say more, a set of soft yet strong fingers curled around his left hand. They quickly opened Ghost’s clenched fingers, then separated him from what he’d been holding there, so tightly his hand ached. He’d been gripping it for so long, he’d completely forgotten it was there, much less what it must be.

He lay there, unmoving, as she put the small watch into his vest pocket.

“Hey,” she said, surprised. “You’ve got another watch here.”

Detaching the mother-of-pearl watch his father had given him from the chain, she handed it over to the doctor, Rachel.

“There,” the American voice said primly. “Your payment, madam.”

Rachel let out an involuntary-sounding laugh.

“Well, at least this one looks like it’s worth something,” she conceded.

Then a different face hung over him.

It appeared so suddenly, he didn’t have time to look away.

Long brown hair, pale blue eyes, a shapely mouth, a heart-shaped face… she shocked him entirely with her beauty. Her hands were on either side of his face before he could suck in a breath. Then her mouth found his and she kissed him lingeringly on the lips.

She tasted like honey, with just the faintest bite of that Turkish coffee his father had served him.

His body reacted to her touch almost violently.

Still, he only stared up as she raised her head.

“There he is,” the other woman, the doctor, remarked with a wry humor. “No idea in the world whoIam, but at least he remembers you.”

The woman hanging over him kissed Ghost again, and that time, he kissed her back.

Unthinking, he gripped her soft hair in one hand, holding her against him.

He remembered himself then, and released her, hesitating.

He had to tell her.

He had to tell her who he was.

He had to tell her he didn’t know her.

He had to tell her she didn’t know him.

But she smiled at him then, and his heart jerked sideways in his chest. His cock hardened painfully as he stared up at those blue eyes.

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