Free Secret Identity by Jill Sanders

they'd had over the years. Eve had never let him get this close before. Sure, there were the two nights before her attack, but he could blame her state of mind on having to get her drunk first. Looking down at her face, he knew she wasn't drunk now.
     
    Then a light went off in his mind. This was his one clean shot at happiness. She might just kill him if she ever got her memory back, but the odds were in his favor that she'd be so in love with him, that it wouldn't matter. He decided that was a chance he was willing to take and opened his heart and told her what he'd been feeling for as long as he could remember.
     
    “Eve, you are everything to me. You're the woman I'm going to marry.” He watched her eyes get bigger, then soften and he knew that maybe, just maybe, he had a chance of happiness.
     

Chapter Six

     
    E ve sat across the room and watched him cook in the large kitchen. She enjoyed seeing him move around as he hunted for pans or dishes.
     
    “It's been a while since we've been here.” He smiled at her. “I've forgotten where everything is.”
     
    He found the plate he'd been hunting for and set it near the stove, then looked at her. “So, you really don't remember anything? Like foods you like or don't like?”
     
    She shook her head. “Why? Is there something in particular that you had in mind?”
     
    He laughed. “No. You pretty much liked it all. We never could tell how you could stay so skinny after eating more than us.” He turned back to the fish he had simmering in a pan. “Of course, you're quite the runner. Never could beat me though.” He looked back at her and she didn't know how she knew it, but she knew he was lying. Instead of saying so, she just smiled.
     
    “So, tell me something else about myself.” She leaned her elbow on the countertop and watched him. He had a nice body. His shoulders were wide and his hips were narrow. When he bent over to check on the potatoes in the stove, she enjoyed the way his worn jeans looked over his tight backside.
     
    “Well, you're an only child, like Mitchell and me. We went to Huntington School district our whole lives until we graduated, then we all went to Princeton. It was a big shock when we were all accepted together. Shortly after, Mitch and I started K&E Agency. A few years back…” He trailed off. His back was to her, so she couldn't see his face, but then he picked right back up. “A few years later you came on board and the rest is history.”
     
    “Why didn't I start the business with you?” She watched his body movements, waiting for any sign.
     
    “You had received an offer from a larger company. You went and worked there until you decided it wasn't for you anymore.” He turned back to her and smiled. “Here, you can set the table.” He motioned to the plates and silverware.
     
    She got up and started setting them on the large table. “This was your grandparents’ house. From the pictures, it seems I spent a lot of time here.”
     
    “Yes,” he smiled over at her. “Every summer, you and Mitch would stay, up until we were done with college. Just before my grandparents died.”
     
    “How did they die?” She looked over at him.
     
    “My grandmother died of cancer shortly after we graduated college. My grandfather died in his sleep shortly after that. My mom thinks he died of a broken heart.”
     
    “Your mother? Where is she?” She sat up a little.
     
    “She died two years ago.” He turned back around and tried to busy himself with cooking.
     
    “I'm sorry, Carter.” She sat back and thought about it. “Do you still have your father?”
     
    He turned to her and looked into her eyes. “I never really had my father. He left when I was little. Hasn't shown his face since I was three years old.” He shrugged his shoulders. “My grandparents and many uncles and aunts, my cousins, all filled in where my family was lacking. Not to mention I had you and Mitch to keep me company.”
     
    He leaned