This man who made her body remember, too, in ways it never had.
She knelt back down before him and put her hands in his. And when he looked up at her, she smiled. “We’ll figure it all out, Rafe. I promise.”
Seemingly almost against his will, he nodded back. Looked at her. Looked hard, as if he could plumb the depths of his own consciousness in her eyes. It took everything she had in her, but Gen held still. Withstood the onslaught of now-familiar emotions, instinctive responses that seemed older than her soul. Willed herself to silence even as her heart thundered in her chest and her palms began to sweat.
But when Rafe lifted his hand to her cheek, Gen couldn’t resist. She closed her eyes and nestled against his touch.
“Oh, my God...”
That brought her eyes open again to find that his were startled, turbulent.
Gen held on more tightly to the one hand she had, uncertain what she wanted from that look. “Rafe? Have you remembered something?”
For a second, he didn’t answer. He simply kept staring at her, his gaze somehow shrouded and distant. Gen could feel a faint trembling in his hand, and was unsettled anew.
“Rafe?”
He came back with nothing more than a faint shudder. Met her gaze with urgency, the crystal blue of his eyes suddenly seething.
“Gen, I remember...”
Her heart stumbled, righted. She almost held her breath. “What?”
He grabbed hold of her other hand, as if to keep her where she was. “Why I’m here.”
She couldn’t stand this. Lightning shattered the night outside, and thunder cracked. The storm was back, and with it the howling, angry wind.
“Why?” she demanded, holding him as tightly as he held her.
His expression didn’t ease. “To save you.”
