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Gently, he turned her back around to face the right way and nudged her forward. “What else are we going to talk about?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe how we’ll defend ourselves if we run into the people who brought us here. We don’t even have any weapons.”

“Honey,” he drawled. “This body is a weapon.”

Sarah burst out laughing, as he’d hoped she would, and her shoulders relaxed a little. “Then, I guess we’ll be fine.”

“Damn right.” The darkness loomed in front of them, making it impossible to tell how far the tunnel stretched.

“It’s so quiet,” Sarah whispered.

Ryan understood. Silence had a strange effect on a person. After a while, you started imagining noises. Once that stage passed, things became really scary. That’s when you heard a roaring in your ears as the silence multiplied itself. At that point, you’d do anything to hear a sound you didn’t make yourself.

“It’d be a whole lot less quiet if you’d answer my question,” Ryan said to distract her. “I think it’s only fair you share the details of our night together. After all, you know all about it and I don’t.”

“I’m not going to discuss my sex life with you.” That schoolmarm tone was back, which gave him hope. She might be scared, but she also had a backbone of steel.

“Technically, it’s my sex life too,” he pointed out.

“Fine, then I’m not going to discuss this with someone who can’t even remember seeing me naked.”

“I can imagine it—does that help?”

“No. And ew. I’m a stranger to you! The whole thing is too weird.”

“Wait. What’s too weird? Talking about this, or the sex? And if it was the sex, was it good or bad weird? Are we talking kinky, or did I do something that freaked you out? Because I promise you, whatever it was had to have been a misguided joke. I don’t have any strange fetishes.”

There was pure mischief in her expression when she glanced back at him. “That you remember.”

What?

For a second, Ryan forgot to duck and hit his head on a rock in the ceiling.

“Bandit!” He rubbed the spot.

“Is it bleeding?” Sarah turned to face him.

“Don’t think so.”

“Let me see.”

All he could do was bend for her to examine him. Her fingers in his hair felt strangely intimate, and oddly familiar.

“Only a graze. You really need to be more careful. Did the neurologist say anything about the danger of any further head injuries?”

“Mainly that she didn’t recommend having them.”

“Let’s try to follow her recommendations, then, huh?” A wicked glint flashed in her eyes. “Have any memories suddenly materialized?”

“No…”

“Guess we can rule out hitting you over the head to jog them, then.” The way she said it made Ryan think she’d been planning exactly that.

“You can be a little scary, you know that?” And coming from him, that was saying something. His life was filled with scary women. Hell, half of his work team was comprised of trigger-happy, freakishly intelligent, and sneaky women. Sarah would fit right in.

“No, I’m not,” she chided. “I’m a very non-threatening person. It’s one of my core personality traits.”

Oh, not this. “You did one of those personality tests, didn’t you?”