Free A Bride Worth Fighting For by Sara Daniel Page B

Tucker’s father and, from what he’d told her, managed by his stepmother. She clicked on the link.
    The screen refreshed with a picture of an old, stately, yet rundown mansion overlooking a serene lake. She gasped, her fingers trembling on the mouse. Her resort and her lake were not random impressions and memories. They existed in real life.
    After several minutes, she tore her gaze from the picture to the caption below. “A new Wilde Development project coming soon.”
    Yes, her vague ideas were a reality. She was in the midst of creating a resort. The original plans scrolled through her brain, and she began improving and modifying them, using the information she’d learned from the Wiccan Haus operation and her talks with Tucker. As soon as she returned home, she could get started.
    The elevator dinged. She lifted her gaze as Tucker stepped out. Her hand half rose in the air before she curbed the impulse to wave him over. The breakthrough was nothing short of amazing in her opinion, but she now understood the tension in their relationship. He’d been pushed aside when he tried to become involved in his father’s company. Moreover, he strongly disagreed with the way the company was being run.
    Why had she put herself at odds with her fiancé? Had she somehow taken the inside track to help him take back the company? The scenario sounded noble and heroic, but she couldn’t convince herself it made sense.
    She cleared the search engine history and closed the browser. Then she stood, walking away from the computer and the magical, seductive answers of the Internet.
    Tucker had stood beside her, showing unwavering support, never questioning why she didn’t remember him or insisting they resume the status quo of their relationship. Meanwhile, she upset him and let him down with her inability to remember. She wouldn’t hurt him more by asking him to help her decipher the information she’d just learned.
    Chemistry and passion still sizzled between them, and at one point it had been so strong they’d believed they were meant to spend the rest of their lives together. She’d focused on herself for long enough. Now she needed to rediscover their magic.
     
    “Tucker.” Gwen approached from across the lobby.
    He turned toward her, entranced by the extra sparkle in her eyes. “What are you doing up so early? I would have bet money you were still sleeping.”
    “I can’t sleep my life away.” She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his.
    The combination of good cheer, affection, and body heat woke him more effectively than a morning cup of coffee. “Good morning to you, too.”
    He couldn’t give in to the temptation to hold her and explore the sweet body pressed against his. She’d started acting like his fiancée, and he had to remember he had no right to touch her as if she were really his. He pulled away before his body betrayed him.
    “Here’s the list you requested.” Myron, wearing the name tag Kate , handed Gwen a piece of paper as she walked by. Then she smirked at Tucker.
    He ignored her and focused on Gwen. “What did you request?”
    “Recommendations for jogging my memory.”
    “All activities require partner participation,” he read the bold scrawl at the top of the list. He no longer wanted any part in bringing her memory back, but following the list was an excellent alternative to distract him from the “partner participation” activity his cock voted for. “What’s the first item?”
    “Private dancing lessons,” she read.
    His anticipation shattered. “What’s the second thing on the list?”
    “Oh, come on. Dancing sounds like fun. Let’s give it a try.”
    “No way. I don’t dance.” His heart pounded, filling his eardrums, leaving him unable to think of a way to distract her from her purpose.
    “That’s what the lessons are for—to learn. What do you do at parties now?”
    “Hold up the wall, and I’m damn good at it.”
    She laughed and