tongue, running his over hers, draining the breath from her lungs. She was in his arms now, nothing between them but their mounting desire, and the soft grunts and moans escaping them both. His lips lifted from her mouth to rain tender kisses over her chin then along the slender curve of her neck. Josie’s head dipped back allowing him greater access. The hold he had on her was fierce yet gentle at the same time. Elu caressed her neck with his lips as he ran his hand over her back holding her firm.
Josie flinched. A strong memory of kissing another man hit her full force. Though she didn’t see a face she felt his presence in her heart. She pushed Elu away. “I’m sorry,” she said putting her hand to her forehead, her heart racing. “I don’t know what happened,” she whispered, her voice broke, and she escaped him heading for the front door.
“Leoti?” He followed. Po pushed past him hurrying after her too.
She sucked in deep breaths and waited for the conflicting emotions to settle. They did, but her throat closed and her stomach clenched with dread. Whoever the man was she remembered he’d filled her with so much sadness and regret she felt like crying. It wasn’t the same sweet relief she felt with Elu.
“Is it your memory?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said sadly. “No. I don’t know.”
Elu stepped behind her. He gently wrapped his arms around her and held her to him. “Let the memories come. You need to be whole.”
“But what if… what if, I remember someone?”
His silence spoke to his disappointment. Her attachment to him was too soon. She’d barely been with the man a week. He couldn’t possibly feel the intensity of emotions she felt. “Elu?”
“Then I will treasure my time with you. No matter who you are, these moments were real. Our time is borrowed either way.” Josie shivered. The sun pushed away the darkness but the morning chill felt as if there was no light approaching, just more darkness. “Come inside. Let’s warm by the fire. We can talk. Try to help you remember more.”
Josie allowed him to slip his arm around her waist and turn her to lead her inside. They returned to his large sofa in the living room and sat close. “Tell me how I seemed when you met me? Before the accident,” she asked.
“We didn’t speak. Not really.”
“But how did I seem? Was I happy? Did I seem happy?”
Elu frowned, “Reserved, shy, but warm and pleasant. You didn’t seem unhappy.”
“Oh.”
Josie nestled up next to him. “What woman would come to a cabin alone with a bunch of legal papers and nothing personal? I mean if I was married I would have a ring. If I was involved with someone I would have a picture or something. Maybe I was all alone in the world, like that flower in the prairie, with no one who cared for me.”
Elu lifted her chin and brought her face to his. “If that’s true you’ll never have to worry about loneliness again.”
Josie shook her head. “I don’t want to remember, Elu. I want to stay here. With you.”
“You must.”
“No. The more I think of who I am it saddens me. But when I’m with you, I don’t feel that way. I’m Leoti. I want to stay. Can you agree to this?”
Elu smiled “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
The Next Day
“Tiffani?”
She looked up from her computer screen. Carlton stood in her office doorway. He had changed. He didn’t have on the black leather pants and silk threads. He wore faded blue jeans and a white turtleneck under a weathered brown leather jacket. A white New York Yankees hat was pulled down low on his head to conceal his identity she supposed. “I hope I’m not disturbing.”
“Hi. Come in.” she rose from behind her desk and walked over to the door. She pulled it shut. He sat down. “This is a surprise. What’s up?”
“Have you heard from Josie?”
“No, Mama is driving me nuts. She should be calling soon.”
“I’ve called her and she hasn’t called me back. That’s not like
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