âWe need to talk,â Kane said, his deep voice serious.
âIâm coming to understand that thereâs a lot more to you than I or anyone else realizes.â
âI warned you I was messed up.â Lilly tried to keep it light, failing miserably. âFifteen years of captivity will do that to a person.â
He took her hand, stunning her into temporary silence. âIt was more than just captivity, I know. You mentioned they experimented on you.â
Her nod was the only answer she could manage.
âLilly, I need you to tell me what happened to me when you sang.â
Once she would have hung her head. But this was not her fault. So she lifted her chin and looked Kane directly in the eyes.
âI donât know how or why, but apparently when I sing, my voice is like the mythical sirens, compelling men. As it did you.â
Narrow-eyed, he stared. âThen why canât I remember? Even if you could make me do something, you shouldnât be able to make me forget.â
âI donât know. But you kissed me.â Her face heated, which meant she was most likely a fiery red.
Chapter 1
âYou look...â The tall, dark-haired man stared, his silver gaze intense. âA thousand times better than the last time I saw you.â
Clutching the door handle and peering out through the six-inch crack, Lilly Gideon tried hard not to tremble. Belatedly, she realized she never should have opened the door. But then, she hadnât known this man had been coming up the sidewalk.
Or had she? Something, some inner restlessness, had given her the urge to step out onto the front porch. Surely, she hadnât been going to meet this stranger who talked as if he knew her. He had a confident air of masculine authority and the sheer strength of his muscular body overwhelmed her.
She struggled to speak, to summon up some sort of relatively normal response. She was safe, she told herself over and over like a mantra, ignoring the shiver of dread working its way up her spine. Finally safe. Her brother, Lucas, his wife, Blythe, and her daughter, Hailey, were in the kitchen and would come running at the slightest sound. All she had to do was call. But staring at the handsome stranger, still she couldnât seem to force words past her closed-up throat.
âLilly?â he asked, the deep dustiness of his voice striking a chord inside her, as if her soul recognized him. âItâs me, Kane McGraw. Donât you remember me?â
Pushing away the panic, she struggled to simply breathe. The chiseled planes of his rugged face did seem achingly familiar, but with her tangled confusion of memories, she didnât know if this was a good thing or bad. He wore his dark hair short, spiky, a bit longer than military style, which added to his self-confident appearance. Once again, she found him intimidating.
Despite her best effort to appear brave, she let her hand creep up to her throat and dredged up words. âI...no. I donât remember you.â
Her twin brother, Lucas, must have had a second sense, too. Something that told him she needed him right now. âLilly?â he called, appearing in the arched opening that led to the foyer. âAre you all right?â
Relief flooding her, she turned her panicked gaze toward him, imploring silently for help.
âWhatâs wrong?â Lucas strode toward her, putting himself in front of her even as he yanked the door all the way open.
âKane?â Despite hearing the joy in her brotherâs voice, Lilly stepped back, taking refuge in the small space between the door and the wall. She hated the way terror still consumed her, but for now she didnât yet have the strength to overcome it. Maybe someday, but not just yet. She only hoped that with time...
âLucas!â The two men gave each other the quick shoulder hug used by men.
âThat was fast,â Lucas said, the sun making his brown hair appear blond. He glanced at Lilly, and then back at their visitor, grinning. Lilly envied her brotherâs carefree attitude. Newly married and in love, his clear blue eyes radiated happiness. She kept hoping some of it would rub off on her. So far, she hadnât been so blessed.