“Not exactly in those terms. Why?” he asks.
“I’m not sure the cops can help me. If they make a lot of noise about an investigation, we may never find this guy. He might stay hidden.”
Dash shoves his hands in his pockets. “Okay. And what exactly are you proposing we do?”
“I’m proposing that I lure him out. Let him get comfortable so he’ll slip up.”
Dash walks closer. “That’s dangerous. A stalker will stop at nothing to obtain the object of their obsession.”
“You don’t understand.”
“Damn right I don’t. I’ll never understand you willingly placing yourself in danger. News flash, any man in love with a woman would back me up. It’s my job to protect you and keep you safe.”
“No. Your job is to race and happily live your life, Dash. It’s what you’re meant to do. It’s not to be pulled six feet under with me. You need to face the fact that I may not be meant to get out of this situation alive. You don’t need to be around to see that if the ending is less than happy,” I tell him firmly.
He grips my hair and tugs gently until my face is turned up toward his. “Listen to me. Racing is nothing without you, neither is living. I’m meant to love you, Lennon Tyler. Don’t try to correct me and say you might not be her because I know in the very depths of my soul that you are even if you can’t admit you know it too. I’m beside you now like I always have been and always will be.”
Tears spring to my eyes and leak from the corners. “He’s watching me, Dash.”
He releases me. “How do you know that?”
“Because I saw him again tonight. He knows my every move. He knows who I am while the rest of us are just guessing.”
Dash’s brows shoot up and his nostrils flare.
“I know what you believe but sometimes we can believe in things that aren’t really true.”
He shakes his head and steps back.
“What are you saying, Valkyrie?”
“I think this is one battle I’ll have to fight alone. It’s going to come down to him and me. Like you said, I’m the object of his obsession. Whether it was originally just one of us or my sister and I both. I’m the only one left.”
“You’re not alone. You’ve got me. I can only imagine how empty you must feel without your sister whether you fully remember her or not. But draw strength from me. Let me try to fill that part of you the best I can.”
He glances at his phone and smiles before holding his hand out to me.
“Come somewhere with me.”
“Where?” I ask.
“You’ll see.”
I take his hand and follow him to his garage. The fluorescent lights overhead shine on a sleek black Shelby Mustang GT500. She’s beautiful.
I catch myself reaching for the necklace I know should be around my neck but is missing, much like my memories. They exist somewhere, just out of reach. But this car…this garage…it’s familiar.
I walk to the front of the car, but before I can really study it, something pulls my gaze from the hood up to the ceiling. As I do, Dash moves close and kisses my neck before sliding my jacket off and unbuttoning my jeans almost simultaneously. I should stop him, but my body surrenders to him the way my heart does.
Once he’s stripped me bare, he lays me across the hood of his car. His hands are feeling every curve and every inch of skin as his lips and tongue burn a trail to my center. It isn’t until the firstwave of pleasure explodes through my body that visions of the bright lights show me the past. A past moment which seems to overlap with this one. I’ve been here and done this before.
The sound of a zipper being pulled down echoes through my mind as he slides between my legs, catching my cry of pleasure and relief with his kiss. My thighs cradle his hips as he makes love to me and little does he know he just gave me a piece of myself back.
I feel my pleasure building again until I can’t hold back, and he releases with me this time.
But he can’t know what just happened. I may have remembered having sex with Dash on this car and in this garage, but I still don’t remember everything. Certainly nowhere near enough to help us.
As the world comes back into focus, Dash stands up to look at me, but the look of love turns to one of concern.
