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don’t let my sister or her husband hear you. Be discreet.” The chauffer and butler were two of the few people Mason trusted. He glanced at his watch. If he didn’t leave now, the mall would close before he got there.
    Maybe while he was out, he’d have Hector drive past the restaurant where he was to meet…what was her name?
    He placed his hands on his hips. Damn it, she hadn’t told him. He’d asked her two or three times, but the woman still hadn’t given him her name. He had no clue what to say when he entered the restaurant, nothing to give their staff to tell them who he was meeting. Well, hell. Maybe she’d recognize him. Otherwise, how would they connect?
    Mason pulled out his cell phone. He could call her again, but the hour was late. She was already in a bad mood. Probably better for him if he just took his chances the next day.
    “Mr. Aldridge.” The butler interrupted his thoughts. “Are you alright, sir?”
    Mason felt a rush of chagrin. He stuffed the cell phone back into his pocket then grinned like a maniac, an expression he was certain Pink had never seen on Aldridge’s face. He walked over to the much older man, grasped him by the shoulders and did something that felt freeing but totally out of character. He hugged Pink.
    “I will be, Mr. Pink. I will be.”

Chapter Two
    Pomme de Terre was a small restaurant set against a backdrop of a man-made lake and owned by a Frenchman from Louisiana. Charlie and her college roommates, Gretchen and Heather, had frequented the place for years, so when Charlie had met Seth, and he’d claimed to miss his aunt’s cooking from his childhood in Port Charles, Pomme de Terre had seemed the logical place to take him one night when they’d been looking for a place for dinner. The establishment’s fare ranged from Tex-Mex to Cajun, and Seth had loved spicy foods.
    No reservations were needed, and the atmosphere was conducive to both intimacy and fun. Heather had eventually married Jason Ettienne, the owner’s son. It’d be nice to get a second pair of eyes on Charlie’s mysterious caller, since both Jason and Heather had met Seth. They could tell her whether she was going bonkers or if the owner of the voice was indeed the man who’d literally gotten away.
    Heather, who served as hostess sometimes, happened to be there when Charlie arrived. “Damn, girlfriend, what brings you to the Apple of the Earth in the middle of the week? You just miss me, or do you need a friend?” She pulled Charlie aside from the line of customers to hug her.
    Charlie smiled ruefully. “Both.” She explained her situation.
    Heather’s blue eyes grew rounder by the syllable. “Wow. But amnesia? I mean, how else could he explain not knowing who he was?”
    Charlie shook her head. “It doesn’t make sense—I’m probably just stressed and overly imaginative. Not like I haven’t thought of the guy since he split.”
    “Still. I want to see him.” Heather grabbed a couple of menus. “How about facing the lake? It’s closer to the office. I want Jason to pop out and have a look, see what he thinks.”
    “Great.” Charlie loved that area of the restaurant. There was something calming about water, and Lord knew she was jittery and needed a panacea of some sort.
    She settled into the booth, facing the water, with her back slightly to the entrance where Mason or Seth would enter. Normally, she kept her back to a wall out of cop habit, but this time she trusted her instincts—that Heather would have her back, and Jason, if he was around, was big enough to help if she felt threatened. Not that she did. Yet. However, her stomach churned with anticipation and trepidation. If it was Seth, what would she do? She couldn’t very well blast the man for having left her if he had no clue who he was.
    Get it together, Charlie. She forced her brain to switch gears as she thought of what Rodríguez had said about her eating habits. Pain in the butt that he was, he had a point regarding