the pieces and searched for the missing ones, she could not create a coherent image.
âYouâre trying to remember?â
âYes. But no matter how often I assemble or reassemble the pieces, I canât create a recognizable picture.â
The seat leather creaked as he settled back in his seat. âWere you playing music on the radio?â
She opened her eyes and studied his profile. His was not a classically beautiful face. Too many flaws to approach beauty. But there was an energy, a strength that made him far more appealing than the most perfect statue of a Mayan god. And when he smiled . . . well, her knees went just a little weak. âWhat does that have to do with remembering?â
âItâs just a simple question. Music?â When she continued to stare at him, he said, âClose your eyes. Music.â
She closed her eyes and let her mind drift past the broken pieces that refused assembly. In the distance she heard the faint sound of a strumming guitar mingled with the deep melody of a manâs voice. A smile tipped the edges of her lips. Sheâd been listening to country-western music. Despite all her connections to the ancient civilizations, she loved country music. âWillie Nelson.â
âWillie Nelson.â
Laughter rose up in her. âCrazy.â
âI never figured you for a fan.â
âIâm not all dusty documents and dead languages.â
âI know you arenât.â
A vibration under his words hinted at Merida. Color warmed her cheeks. She wanted to open her eyes and see his expression but didnât dare.
After a heavy hesitation, Lucas asked, âWas the sky clear or cloudy?â
Welcoming the question, she allowed her mind to drift, and as she did, thousands of lights twinkled in her mind. Sheâd been so rushed to get to her fatherâs, sheâd not really noticed the night sky full of stars that winked and sparkled like polished gems. It had been a lovely night, but sheâd not really seen any of it. Sheâd barely heard a favorite song on the radio. How much of her life was she missing because of work? âStars. Lots of stars. And the road was empty. I remember wishing I were making the drive during the day because itâs one of my favorite drives.â
âWhen did you notice the headlights?â
Ah, there was one of the pieces she could not connect to the others. Instead of being afraid, she felt safe cocooned in the car with Lucas. Memories couldnât frighten her here. âI donât think I noticed until shortly after I dialed you. Iâm good at getting lost in thought.â
âIâve noticed.â A smile softened the coming words. âYou called me as the headlights appeared.â
âHe could have been following me for a while, but I didnât notice him.â
âWhen did you notice him?â
âI was near the bend in the road near the creek bed. I remember glancing up from the radio dial and looking in the mirror. I saw the lights, distant at first, and wasnât surprised when they grew closer. I drive slowly when Iâm distracted, which is why I assumed the other car was closing ground.â
âThe lights were bright.â
âVery bright. He had on his high beams. I had to adjust my mirror because they were too bright. And when I took my hand off the wheel, he bumped me.â A cold chill rushed through her veins.
The memory of scraping metal grated against her mind. The sound grew louder, filling her ears and startling her heart into a gallop.
âYou said you had to toss the phone aside.â
âI needed both hands on the wheel.â Fear constricted her throat. âI was so afraid.â
âWhat happened next?â His voice deepened, soothing her as if she were a wild horse.
She squeezed her eyes shut. âI donât remember.â
He held back his next question, giving her time to slow her heart and get
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