Free Fangs for the Memories by Kathy Love Page A

them was paying her an inordinate amount of money to do so, and the other… the other thought he was engaged to her. Oh, and he thought he was living in nineteenth century England .
    Who was the crazy one in this whole scenario? They’d probably have to draw straws at this point.
    She looked around the bedroom that Sebastian told her would be hers during her stay. Well, the digs were definitely good.
    She wandered to the bed, running her hand over the luxurious blue velvet duvet that covered the mattress. Then her fingers brushed the wispy silk that created a canopy over the top and around the perimeter. Definitely a lot different than the creaky brass bed she’d slept in most of her life.
    She moved over to the windows and parted the thick damask curtains. It was evening, but she couldn’t even make out the city skyline. Thick frosted glass muted all light.
    For a moment, she was disappointed. She wanted to see the view and, hopefully, get some bearings of where she was. Then she realized the windows must be for Rhys. To protect him from the sun.
    Rhys sure had a lot of strange ailments. He didn’t look like a man with any afflictions. Physically, he appeared perfect.
    She pushed the image of that perfect body out of her mind. She had to get her attraction to him under control—somehow.
    She thought again about his allergies. How strange to never go out in the sunshine. But she supposed she didn’t spend much time in the sun, either. She hated sun bathing—it just made her freckle and burn. And she always got her second wind in the evening—often reading into the wee hours of the night.
    Food, however, she couldn’t give up. Who didn’t love a yummy hot fudge sundae or a gooey pepperoni pizza?
    Sighing, she let the curtain drop and headed to explore the bathroom. She had her own bathroom, another convenience she’d never known in her house. But this bathroom went far beyond simple convenience. It was downright opulent.
    She touched the smooth white marble of the sink. Then she wandered over to the tub. The huge, inset tub was easily big enough for two. Then there was a separate shower. This was luxury.
    But as luxurious as it was, she knew she couldn’t stay any longer than it took her to sort out her finances.
    She walked back out to her bedroom and moved her new suitcase over the bureau. Someone named Mick, a security guy for the club, had driven over to her hotel and gathered her stuff. She unzipped the case and started to pull out a stack of clothes, to place in the dresser. Then she rethought the idea and dropped the clothes back into her luggage.
    There was no point in unpacking or getting too comfortable. Even though she’d like to cling to the reasoning that the situation was just too strange, the real reason she couldn’t stay was that she was so ridiculously attracted to Rhys. And she couldn’t be attracted to a man who didn’t even know who she really was. Heck, he didn’t know who he was. That was a relationship that was doomed from the get-go.
    She sighed and pulled out a clean pair of jeans, a green turtleneck sweater and underwear.
    Maybe a long, hot bath would help her put things in perspective and maybe even help her remember what happened last night.
    The only explanation she’d been able to come up with for her lost memories was the tequila. Or maybe a combination of the tequila and the stress of all the horrible events of yesterday.
    But what had happened to cause Rhys’s amnesia? Could both their memory losses be connected? Short of alien abduction, which probably wasn’t out of the question given how weird things had been, she couldn’t figure out what could have happened to them. Maybe she would talk to Rhys’s doctor, too. He might have some ideas. About mass amnesia? Yeah, right.
    She dropped her clothes onto the closed lid of the toilet, then perched on the edge of the tub to close the stopper and turn on the faucet.
    She watched the steaming water for a few moments, then went