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to this whole…mess.”
    Her mother started to protest that April needed to be at home, around the people who loved her, but Seth and April both ignored her. April’s request suited his plan down to the ground, having her on his territory, in a place where he’d be able to control the situation. The facilities in the presidential suite were more than sufficient to form a work base. He’d be able to keep a proper eye on her, with minimal disruption to himself.
    His smile was lazy, assured. “It would be my pleasure.”

Two
    F ive days later, April sat on the edge of her hospital bed, dressed in casual pants and a pale blue sweater, waiting. The doctors had said she was physically well enough to leave, as long as she took it easy. Even though she hadn’t had any more flashes of memory since the day Seth Kentrell had been in her room, they said there was no reason it wouldn’t return in time.
    They’d also recommended she go to her own home, surround herself with the familiar. The idea held no appeal—she felt no link to descriptions of her house or the woman who maintained she was her mother. Yet something compelling and irresistible was drawing her to the Lighthouse Hotel. She had no idea if she’d even seen it before, but there was a magnetic pull she couldn’t deny.
    Or even understand.
    Perhaps because it had been a meeting about this hotel that had cost a man’s life. And her memory.
    Something was also telling her she could trust Seth. He’d been open in his agenda, honest in a way that she suspected her mother hadn’t been.
    As he’d promised, Seth arrived to pick her up. He strode into the room, tall and confident, as if collecting strangers from the hospital was nothing out of the ordinary in his life.
    The thought made her frown. How could she possibly know what was normal in anyone’s life, let alone Seth Kentrell’s? She’d spent five days trying to remember something, anything about herself or her life. The medical staff had told her not to push; it would come when she was ready. So she’d tried to follow their instructions to be patient. And when she’d let her mind drift, instead of finding the secrets of her past, it invariably drifted to Seth Kentrell. To the way her body had almost quivered with awareness when he’d carried her in his strong arms. The way his scent had surrounded her when she’d been pressed against him. The way her skin had tingled when he’d reached over her to ring for the nurse.
    She gazed at him now as he calmly took instructions from the nurse about not stressing her. Had she felt this way before about a man she’d just met? Perhaps she was the type of woman who formed impulsive attractions. Who fell in love at first sight and was regularly whisked away by sophisticated men.
    But she didn’t feel like that sort of woman. She felt more…guarded than that. Perhaps it was just Seth Kentrell himself who caused the effect in women?
    The nurse finished and left the room, and Seth turned. The instant his gaze met hers, she was again hit with the intensity of his navy blue eyes. He held the look, and for one magic moment she had the distinct impression he feltthe same tug. But there was a challenge in his eyes, too. He still didn’t believe her—that she’d lost her memory, that she couldn’t remember signing the contract for his hotel. But at least he was honest about it—and again, paradoxically, his lack of trust made her feel safe with him.
    She broke away and looked down. “This is all I have,” she said, indicating the small, brand-name suitcase filled with the things she’d had in her drawers.
    He rocked back on his heels, his eyes watchful, still assessing. “Despite your mother’s pleas that I renege and not take you to Queensport, she’s packed a bag for you. It’s already been sent ahead.”
    Her skin pricked. Would he gauge