Remem-Bear Me by Terry Bolryder

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    “So what happens if you tell me and I don’t leave?” she asked. “What happens then?”
    “Then we stay together, like we always should have been, and enjoy our grandchildren. We get back all those years we missed out on. We get back that future growing old together that I always wanted with you.”
    “And if not? If what I remember makes me want to leave you?”
    He sighed. “Then I let you go. But not without a fight.”
    “Good,” she said. “Fight for me.”
    “As long as you will,” he said.
    “I’m not ready, though,” she said, trying to calm the buzzing inside her. “Let’s do it at the end of the week.”
    He nodded. “We both deserve one week of this at least. After so much unhappiness.”
    “Right,” she said. “We’ll face reality in a week. Right now, I want the dream.”
    He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. “Me too.”

6
    S am was grateful Jo had agreed to wait until the end of the week. He knew it was the coward in him that didn’t want to tell her, but he tried to say it was also concern for her well-being. His protective instincts toward her were strong, and he hated the thought of saying something that put her in pain.
    He’d given a lot of thought to what she’d said about the amnesia, though he hadn’t asked her more questions about it. Retrograde amnesia after trauma. After being shot.
    He growled and nearly crushed the glass he was holding at the thought of someone shooting his mate. But he pushed it away, deciding to deal with it once they had to deal with everything else. But when she did remember, if she remembered who, he’d hunt whoever did it until he was worse than dead, for daring to harm his mate. And then he’d deal with his own feelings for failing to protect her.
    But right now, both he and Jo had resolved to enjoy the present. To give them both a short respite between the storm they’d weathered and the one that was coming.
    “Sam?” she called from the infinity pool on the balcony of her penthouse suite.
    Her voice was still music to him. Always had been. “Coming.” He drank his ice water down and then took her a glass of icy lemonade. Her face glowed as she took it.
    She already seemed so much happier with him than she’d been when she first showed up at his door, looking beaten down.
    “What’s wrong?” she asked as he joined her in the pool, sitting beside her. “You seem upset.”
    “Mildly,” he said. “Nothing a kiss with my lady couldn’t solve.”
    She leaned in and kissed him on the nose, laughing when he narrowed his eyes at her.
    “Not what I meant.”
    She giggled and set her drink down on the deck before turning to him and taking his face in both hands to plant a warm, wet kiss on him.
    He growled and took control, dipping his tongue in to taste her. He stroked and explored as she melted in his arms, making little mewling sounds that drove him crazy as his hands found her breasts and tweaked her nipples gently to the rhythm of their kiss. In and out, tongues meshing and entwining, heat rising despite the cool temperature of the water between them.
    Sex with them had always been heaven, and it seemed nothing had changed in the years she’d been gone. She was still made for him, and he lived to pleasure her.
    He pulled her onto his lap, loving her generous shape, rounded and soft and welcoming. He knew no one could see them here, at the top of the hotel, shielded by the pool edge and the railing beyond it, so he pulled down the straps of her swimsuit so his mouth could have access to her breasts.
    Every time he saw them felt like the first time. He loved the shape of them. Gathered them in his large, strong hands and loved the blush that came to her face as he handled her deftly, stroking over her nipples, making her arch back in ecstasy.
    His woman. His mate.
    His bear growled happily inside him as he leaned down to kiss one and then other, giving each of them equal attention, holding them in his hands as he