DIAGNOSIS: ATTRACTION by REBECCA YORK

coffee table. “Call me if anything worries you. Or if you have any memories.”
    “I think the latter’s more likely when you’re around.”
    He nodded, looking at her hand. It was so tempting to reach out and touch her. They’d get memories, all right. And a lot more.
    She looked up at him and away, and it was obvious again that she knew what he was thinking.
    “I’ll tell Mrs. Kramer I’m leaving.”
    Elizabeth was still in the living room when he returned, and he had to force himself not to stop and touch her. And force himself to leave, for that matter. He’d forged a connection with this woman who didn’t even know her name, and he wanted to strengthen that connection. But nothing had changed as far as his ethics were concerned. He still had no business coming on to her.

Chapter Five
    Matthew had been right. Elizabeth was exhausted. She dropped off again almost as soon as she crawled into bed. For a few hours, she was able to sleep. But sometime in the small hours of the morning, a dream grabbed her.
    She was on her way to work. And a car was behind her, inching up. There were men in the car, and she knew they wanted to hurt her. Because...
    Her hands clenched on the steering wheel as she struggled to grab on to the answer. The only thing she could remember was “the women.”
    She’d been trying to help the women. She had to remember that. It was an important clue. But there was no time for clues right now. She had to get away because the men were going to kill her if they caught up. She wasn’t sure why she thought so. But she knew it was true. Well, they were going to question her first, because they wanted to know how she had found out about the women.
    She pressed on the accelerator, desperate to escape, weaving down an alley before shooting out onto the street. A truck was in the way, and she slammed into a lamppost.
    This time, she woke with a muffled scream, wondering where she was.
    Then it came back to her. At least the past day. She glanced at the clock. It was four in the morning, and she knew where she was—at Polly Kramer’s house, the nice woman on the hospital nursing staff who had brought Elizabeth to her home, a woman who couldn’t even remember her name.
    At least she knew her first name. Elizabeth. She’d gotten that when she had touched Matt Delano the first time. Something happened whenever they touched. A flood of memories—his and hers. Was she fixated on him because she couldn’t remember anything else about herself?
    It was an interesting theory, but she knew it wasn’t true. Whatever had transpired between them was real—and unique. The exchange of information and the startling sexual awareness that pulled them together every time they touched. And then the speaking to each other, mind to mind. She shouldn’t forget about that.
    She squeezed her hands into fists. He could help her, but that sexual connection was keeping him away because of his strict code of morality.
    Movement at the door made her tense and glance up. Polly Kramer was standing there, staring at her.
    Elizabeth relaxed when she saw who it was.
    “Are you all right, dear?”
    “Yes. I had a nightmare. I’m sorry I woke you.”
    “I’m a very light sleeper. Are you okay?”
    “Yes,” she lied.
    “Was the nightmare a memory?”
    “Maybe.” She related the dream.
    Polly lingered for a few more moments. “And that’s all you remember?”
    “Yes,” she answered, again making the decision not to tell her about what else Matt had pulled from her mind.
    When Polly had gone back to bed, Elizabeth lay in the dark, thinking about the broken recollections—trying to force herself past the blank wall before the car chase.
    What had she been doing when she got herself into trouble?
    Matthew had said all hypnosis was self-hypnosis. Did that mean she could try to do what he’d guided her through before?
    She considered the idea, then rejected it. What if she couldn’t wake up and nobody was here to pull