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His nostrils flared. “Would Lacey love anyone who was bad?”

My shoulders folded with relief. “No. She is pure of heart.”

The valiant President of the Steel Stallions simmered down as he sat back in his chair. “Speaking of Pretty Girl, what do you love about her?”

“The easier question to answer would be what do I not love about her.”

“Alright. I’ll bite. What’s the answer?”

I stared him dead in the eyes so he would understand how honest I was being. “Not one damn thing.”

Sadness crept into Lynx’s eyes. “Through anything? Thick and thin kind of love?”

My brows bunched together. “We’ve been over this. Do I really need to answer that? She is my evermore.”

“Evermore?” asked Dagger.

Frustrated, I merely replied, “She knows what it means. That’s all that matters.”

After staring at me for a long minute, Lynx ran a hand down his face, then said words that rocked my world. “Kid… She’s lost all her memories.”

“No,” I said in sudden shock that was overpowering, to say the least.

“I’m sorry.” He meant it. I could feel it. “She don’t remember a damn thing.” He shook his head with such remorse I felt his pain. “Not even you.”

The whole conversation, up to this point, was devastating to my soul. Now this?

There was a chair holding me up, but I couldn’t feel it. That’s how dramatically the world fell out from underneath me. It just disappeared. Leaving me hanging in midair.

As I floated there, in shock, my heart decided to take over and make all my decisions for me. And that decision was… “Then I will make her fall in love with me, all over again.”

CHAPTER SIX

Watching Tate

These men were extraordinary. Every morning I would wake with one sleeping in a chair next to my bed. To not wake them, I didn’t stir much. I just snuck my foot out from under the blanket to feel the sun on my toes and tell myself the same sun was touching my girl.

“You okay, kid?” asked a groggy Dagger.

“Yeah. You guys really don’t have to watch over me at night. I’m all good.”

In surprise, Dagger’s lips pursed, as if debating whether or not to say something. Finally, he smiled and said, “Just doing what we think’s best.”

It was hard to ask admirable men to not do their best, so I didn’t.

A few more days had passed, and Lacey’s guardian angel was now legally her guardian in the eyes of the law. Doc’s judge friend hadn’t failed him and gave him custody of Lace. Since medical doctors had cleared her, she was taken from the hospital and given a room at the Serenity Institute. When I was told this, I pictured my poor girl locked in a big room with a bunch of unstable men and women drooling and shit, but Lynx assured me Serenity was a five-star joint. Lacey was in the nicest institute out there.

My arms desperate to hold her, I begged, “Please, let’s just go in there and get her.”

Sitting on the couch with me, Lynx laid a hand on my shoulder. “I feel ya, kid. I swear I do, but… she’s got a bunch of eyes watching her. Snatching her away from them will be tricky enough. Her screaming because she doesn’t remember who you are? Those are complications that will get the Po-Po on our trail.”

I still couldn’t believe she didn’t remember me. Just the mention of it had me feeling like I no longer belonged on this earth. My purpose had faded away. I grabbed the sides of my head. “This is so hard.”

“Lesson time.” Kindly, he pulled my hands down. “Never let pryin’ eyes see ya sweat, kid.”

What? Frantically, I peered about. “Are we being watched?”

He laughed. “Yes, but by friendlies. What I meant was—”