rest and we can meet my brother later.â
She turned to study him in the dim light of the car. His masculine scent, big body, even his low breathing filled the confines with an intensity that bordered on frightening. Yet tenderness also underscored the dark hooded look in his eyes as he made the offer.
âI thought you wanted this meeting immediately, Agent Dubois,â she said, confused.
âI do, but you look exhausted. And please call me Damon.â
Calling him by his first name seemed somehow too intimate. He scrubbed a hand over his cheek, the rasp of his five oâclock shadow echoing between them, and making her even more aware of his potency.
âNo, letâs get the meeting over with,â she said, determined to follow through with any lead on her identity.
His eyes darkened. âAre you sure?â
His concern touched her. Surely if he meant her harm or was leading her into a trap, he wouldnât offer to let her rest.
âYes, I want to do this,â she said, lifting her chin and struggling for courage. âIf Iâm Kendra Yates, then I can help your brother. And Iâll know something about myself. If Iâm not, I wonât be any worse off than Iâve been the past few months.â
He nodded and focused on the road. She tried to relax. But by the time they reached the jail, her head throbbed full force, and nerves gripped her shoulders so tightly she ached all over.
Agent Dubois led her into the police station, through security and into a holding room to talk to his brother. In spite of her fears, Crystal was impressed with Damonâs quiet commanding authority and the respect he garnered from the other officers. Still, she sensed animosity between a few of them as the other officers passed through the department, as if they understood his personal agenda and perhaps believed his brother was guilty of the charges.
Their whispers and shocked expressions reminded her that her new face looked like the woman they had charged Antwaun Dubois of murdering.
As soon as they stepped inside the room, Antwaun entered, handcuffed and shackled. At first glance, the brothers resembled one another, and a frisson of attraction lit her insides. Antwaunâs hair was wavier, and instead of dark brown eyes, his were an odd silver cobalt-blue. They settled on her, steely with rage.
He looked every bit like a killer.
She sucked in a deep breath, and searched for recognition, for some memory to surface, even a fleeting one that might alert her to the fact that she had known him. For a brief second, she felt it. Then the strong sense that he hated her for what sheâd put him through overwhelmed her, and she moved closer to Damon.
âKendra?â Antwaun stalked toward her, his eyes scrutinizing her every feature as if he were looking at a ghost.
She shook her head. âIâm sorryâ¦Iâ¦donât remember you.â
Agent Dubois cleared his throat. âAntwaun, I found this woman at a rehab hospital.â He explained how sheâd wound up at Dr. Paceâs, about her amnesia and the plastic surgery. âAccording to Dr. Pace, sheâs been hospitalized for the past several months.â
âWhy are you doing this to me, Kendra?â Antwaun asked, his gaze still glued to her. âThe last time I saw you, we talked about having a life together. Were you just using me?â
She backed away, his anger palpable. âIâ¦Iâm sorry. I donât remember that at all.â
Antwaun jerked his gaze toward his brother as if he thought she was lying.
âSheâs agreed to be fingerprinted and have her DNA tested,â Agent Dubois said. âWeâll find out the truth, Antwaun.â
Crystal bit down on her lip. As much as she wanted to know her identity and had half hoped she was this reporter, she sensed she wouldnât have gotten involved with Agent Duboisâs brother. He was certainly handsome, but regarding him
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