Chapter 29
Olivia huddled against the cold, listening to the rise and fall of the men’s voices down the hall. Trevor’s it won’t take long had turned into more than half an hour, time she’d spent worrying about his reaction to her memory returning.
Had he forgotten she was in here, waiting for him?
The arrival of his teammates brought out another side of Trevor she hadn’t seen before, a side battered in testosterone and fried in adrenaline.
The bedroom door opened and she jumped.
“Sorry I took so long,” said Trevor. “What’s up?”
He came and sat on the bed beside her. The energy coming from him belied his casual pose, as if he could bolt into action at any moment.
She licked her lips. “I remembered something. Or someone.”
His brows came together. “Who?”
“My fiancé.”
He sat up straighter. “Oh.”
“I thought you should know, now that we…we’re lovers and everything.”
“How do you feel about him?”
“I don’t know. I’m feeling a lot of things, honestly.”
“I see.”
“No, Trevor, I don’t think you do.” She looked at her hands. “I don’t remember everything yet, but I know I was running away from my own wedding. I wasn’t going to marry him.”
“You weren’t?”
“No.”
“I don’t know why, but I almost think I was afraid of him.”
“Did he abuse you?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know. I wish I could explain… It’s like trying to guess the final picture of a jigsaw puzzle when you only have a few of the pieces.”
He took her hand in his. “You have time. You don’t need to remember everything this moment.”
Someone rapped three times on the bedroom door. “Wheels up in five minutes, Hawk.”
Olivia looked to the door, then back at Trevor. “What’s going on?”
“They’re going to help me go after Ralph’s killer.”
She still didn’t want to know exactly what he meant by go after, but she smiled because she knew what their support meant to him. “That’s great.”
“I want you to come with us back to the chopper. You’ll be safe there while we complete the mission.”
She thought back to the panic and fear she’d experienced the last time he’d left her alone. “I thought you’d never ask.”