CHAPTER 23
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
-Sarah McLachlan, "I Will Remember You"
Alison watched with baited breath as Rafe removed his shirt, tossing it on the rumpled bed sheets next to them.
He looked so beautiful, just like she remembered. How she wanted him, right then and there, on Lucy's guest bed…
She'd already waited two months for him. How much longer would it take for him to remember?
'Maybe he just needs a little push in the right direction,' she thought, smiling mischieviously...
'No, Alison, no,' her conscience scolded her. 'You have to wait. There'll be plenty of time for that later. Right now, you have a job to do. Now, let's get this over with.'
She slowly inched her way even closer to him, eyeing every exposed bit of him carefully.
"What happened to your chain?" she asked softly, her finger tracing an imaginary line down his chest to where the silver fleur-de-lis used to lie.
Rafe's body trembled involuntarily at her touch. No woman had ever made him feel this way…
"I mu- I must have misplaced it somewhere," he stammered.
Did she know how crazy she was making him? She must have. After all, she did say she knew everything about him…
"Oh," Alison whispered, a hint of disappointment evident in her voice.
Placing a hand on his left shoulder blade, she stepped around him, positioning herself so that she could get a good look at his back. Her remaining hand traveled slowly down his muscular back.
She appeared to be looking for something… He just didn't know what…
Rafe swallowed loudly.
"Find what you were looking for?" he asked, turning his head toward her.
Alison smiled up at him weakly.
She could see the little hairs on the back his neck, the ones she told Rebecca about, standing straight up. Rafe's mind might not have remembered her, but his body sure did…
The sad part was that she remembered him, too. In this case, she had really wanted to be wrong, but she wasn't. The proof was there, exactly where she'd remembered…
Silently, she took Rafe's hand in hers and led him to the room's vanity mirror.
"Alison?" he asked, concerned. "What-?"
She grabbed a small, handheld mirror and positioned it behind him, so that its image reflected onto the larger mirror.
"Oh, my God," Rafe murmured in amazement.
He reached behind himself, his fingers resting on a small, raised patch of his skin on his back.
It was a scar, and he knew what'd caused it…
"Caleb really did kill me."
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
-Sarah McLachlan, "I Will Remember You"
Alison watched with baited breath as Rafe removed his shirt, tossing it on the rumpled bed sheets next to them.
He looked so beautiful, just like she remembered. How she wanted him, right then and there, on Lucy's guest bed…
She'd already waited two months for him. How much longer would it take for him to remember?
'Maybe he just needs a little push in the right direction,' she thought, smiling mischieviously...
'No, Alison, no,' her conscience scolded her. 'You have to wait. There'll be plenty of time for that later. Right now, you have a job to do. Now, let's get this over with.'
She slowly inched her way even closer to him, eyeing every exposed bit of him carefully.
"What happened to your chain?" she asked softly, her finger tracing an imaginary line down his chest to where the silver fleur-de-lis used to lie.
Rafe's body trembled involuntarily at her touch. No woman had ever made him feel this way…
"I mu- I must have misplaced it somewhere," he stammered.
Did she know how crazy she was making him? She must have. After all, she did say she knew everything about him…
"Oh," Alison whispered, a hint of disappointment evident in her voice.
Placing a hand on his left shoulder blade, she stepped around him, positioning herself so that she could get a good look at his back. Her remaining hand traveled slowly down his muscular back.
She appeared to be looking for something… He just didn't know what…
Rafe swallowed loudly.
"Find what you were looking for?" he asked, turning his head toward her.
Alison smiled up at him weakly.
She could see the little hairs on the back his neck, the ones she told Rebecca about, standing straight up. Rafe's mind might not have remembered her, but his body sure did…
The sad part was that she remembered him, too. In this case, she had really wanted to be wrong, but she wasn't. The proof was there, exactly where she'd remembered…
Silently, she took Rafe's hand in hers and led him to the room's vanity mirror.
"Alison?" he asked, concerned. "What-?"
She grabbed a small, handheld mirror and positioned it behind him, so that its image reflected onto the larger mirror.
"Oh, my God," Rafe murmured in amazement.
He reached behind himself, his fingers resting on a small, raised patch of his skin on his back.
It was a scar, and he knew what'd caused it…
"Caleb really did kill me."