“Sure. I’ll just got wait by the car,” he says with a worried expression on his handsome face. I think everyone around me keeps their brows furrowed in a constant state of concern.
I pull my phone out and call Hendrix.
“Hello? You okay?” he asks immediately.
“I’m fine. Can amnesia cause paranoia?” I ask getting to the point.
“Uh, sure. Especially after a traumatic event. Why?”
“Nothing. Just wondered if it might be why I feel like I’m being watched sometimes is all,” I admit.
“London, what do you mean? Please don’t be anywhere without one of us with you. Is Dash there yet?”
“He is,” I say while glancing in his direction. Just as I’m about to turn back toward the hill, the creepy sensation climbs my spine again as I get another text.
“I gotta go. Thanks, Hendrix.”
I hang up before he can say anything else and read the message.
Unknown number: Am I in your head yet? Because you’re always in mine.
I’m about to look in Dash’s direction again when I catch a glimpse of someone or something on the hill just behind the trees. At least, I think I do. Am I losing what’s left of my mind?
“Valkyrie, are you ready?” Dash calls from where he’s waiting.
“Yeah,” I say without taking my gaze off the hill, but whoever was there, if anyone was, is long gone now.
Dash reachesfor my hand as we drive back to the evidence garage. I tug it back, not knowing what to do after what happened with Hendrix. I almost slept with him right after sleeping with Dash. What the hell is wrong with me?
I don’t need to confuse the way they make me feel physically with what’s in my heart. Rooting for myself to be one twin is almost like saying I hope the other is dead, which couldn’t be further from the truth. I want us to both be here and with the men we love…with all the people we love.
This stalker has already taken everything from me, but they seem to think they can take more. I’m not sure what could be worse than losing your twin sister, your memory, and your identity with the jerk of a steering wheel.
Dash pulls his hand back and rests it on the shifter as his jaw works. “What was that?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do or how to feel right now,” I admit while glancing outside the window to the buildings we’re passing.
“Did Hendrix do something or say something to change your mind about what we did last night?”
“Dash…” I trail off but it’s enough to insinuate the answer for him.
His nostrils flare as he pulls into the parking lot to the evidence garage where Lennon’s car is still being held. Dash was ready to tell Jimmy to back off, but I insisted on coming back. I need to take a closer look and hopefully I won’t have another episode when I do.
Jimmy stands out front as we park. I’m about to get out but Dash grabs my hand. “We don’t have to do this. We can wait.”
I squeeze his hand back this time. “Every moment that passes without me remembering who I am is wasted time we can never get back. I need to remember for all of us. Short of the guy whocaused the wreck volunteering the truth, my lost memories are all we have.”
“Okay. I’ll be right beside you. But if you need to leave, tell me and we’re out of here at top speed.”
I grin at him despite the seriousness looming in the air. “Top speed?”
He blushes if you can call it that while rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, you know, like as fast as we can go.”
I arch a brow quizzically.
“It’s race speak. I think you know it even if you don’t remember.”
My eyes widen. “Yeah, maybe,” I tell him, a bit amused.
