Free A Scent of Greek: Out of Olympus by Tina Folsom

recognize her anymore. And if this was his fault for getting into a fight, he hoped she was the forgiving sort. Which brought up another question.
    “You said you don’t know what happened. Weren’t we together before I got beaten up? We must have been, right? Otherwise, why would you have been there afterwards?”
    She flinched almost imperceptibly, but he caught it nevertheless. Had they quarreled just before? “Of course we were there together. In the bar. We … I mean you … you just went to the bathroom.” She took a deep breath. “And when you didn’t come back for a long time, I had somebody check on you, but you weren’t in there anymore. So, I went looking for you. But I didn’t see who did this to you.”
    He nodded. It sounded plausible. “Somebody must have provoked me,” he guessed.
    “Uh-huh.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean? Am I violent?” He turned to her and grabbed her by the shoulders. “Tell me, am I a violent man?”
    She stared at him, silent, and he suddenly realized how tightly his hands cupped her shoulders. He dropped his hold instantly. “I’m sorry. It’s just … I’m frustrated because I don’t know who I am and what I did before this. Do you understand that? It’s like I’ve been robbed of my life.” He turned his gaze away and studied the darkness behind her.
    When her hand suddenly cupped his cheek and stroked him tenderly, he slowly let his eyes glance at her face again.
    “I understand,” she whispered.
    But Dio barely heard her words, because all he could think of was the warmth of her palm on his cheek and her face so close to his. Without thinking, he drew her closer, and a moment later, his lips connected with hers. It was the barest of kisses, but the connection of lips on lips jolted him to awareness. Yes, Ariadne was his woman, his fiancée. Everything would be all right once he gained back his memory.
    With a smile on his lips, he released her. “Let’s go home.” Then he could take her into his arms and take away all the worries she had. While he would probably not be able to kiss her much because of his split lip, there was nothing wrong with the rest of his equipment. Even the dull ache in his head seemed to have moved into the background, and his nose throbbed only slightly now.
    “We’re here,” Ariadne announced a few moments later and halted.

Chapter Eight

    Ariadne squinted in the dark and read the numbers on the cute two-story cottage. If her memory hadn’t failed her, this was Dio’s place. She remembered the address from when she’d had a case of wine delivered to him, but she’d never been here before. From what she could make out in the dark, there were two mailboxes, so the cottage had obviously been split into two apartments.
    “Your keys,” she asked and stretched out her hand.
    A surprised frown crossed his features. “Don’t you have keys? I mean, don’t we live together?”
    “No, of course not.”
    “But we’re engaged.” He said it as if it was the most natural thing in the world that engaged couples lived together. If they were really engaged, then they probably would live together. So many couples did. What better way to really get to know somebody before marriage?
    “We’re not yet married,” she added.
    “You should at least have a key to my apartment.”
    “You never offered.” And why should he? They’d only been dating for two weeks.
    Suddenly a bout of nausea hit her. What if Dio gained back his memory in a few hours and her whole charade would blow up in her face? She should have never lied to him.
    Don’t second-guess yourself, the voice in her head chided. He needs to be taught a lesson.
    No, she had to tell him the truth. She steeled herself and looked at him again, but the words that came out of her mouth weren’t what she’d planned. “So, where are your keys?” Why was she such a coward?
    He rummaged in his pants pockets and pulled out a keychain, but he didn’t hand it to her and