Giver of Light
whenever you smile, sweetheart, it takes my breath away.”
    He had started getting more flirtatious in the past 48 hours or so, which had really only taken him less than a week since we had arrived. I, on the other hand, had been smiling more, despite previous reservations and doubts, he was winning me over.
    Maybe, I had been wrong, maybe this was my life after all and sooner or later my memories would return.
    “I have a surprise for you,” he added as he moved his Queen into position, checkmating my King. A not unusual completion to our games, he was far better at them than I.
    I raised my eyebrows at him as I tipped my King over in defeat. “I like surprises.” Or at least, I thought I did.
    “Yes,” he said, sounding quite pleased with himself. “Grab your coat and meet me out the front of the house. We're going for a drive.”
    The thought of getting out of the house, which had felt like a prison for the past week, was astounding. As he took hold of my hand to help me stand up I was beaming, I knew it, I knew my smile would have stretched the length of my face and some.
    He paused momentarily to look at me, his face awash with affection, the lights of the room dancing in his blue eyes, which had started to swirl with cyan and turquoise. For a second I couldn't breathe, they were just so stunning. He cocked his head to the side and held my gaze for a minute.
    Finally, he cleared his throat and leaned forward to kiss me on the forehead, this was the most intimate he had dared to be.
    “I would move Heaven and Earth for you, Lucinda. You have stolen my heart.”
    I felt it then, I'm not sure why I hadn't felt it before, but something opened up inside of me and it felt like sunshine, liquid gold and the promise of so much more.
    Maybe, this was right after all.

Chapter 5
Lies & More Lies
    When I came out of the front door he was already standing beside a white convertible car, which on closer inspection turned out to be a Chevrolet Camaro. It looked like it was built for speed. My eyes must have bugged out a bit because he laughed as he approached to help me down the stairs.
    “Does it go fast?” I asked quietly, unable to pull my eyes away.
    “It can do. Would you like it to?”
    Hell yes. A little speed felt about right just now. I just nodded as he settled me in the passenger seat. In a second he was seated beside me and the thrum of the engine starting made me smile some more. He didn't put the vehicle in drive straight away and I glanced over at him to see what the hold up was. He was just staring at me, with another look of affection on his face, this time laced with astonishment.
    “You have been kept inside long enough, my love. You are simply alive this night and you have only just made it to the car. I cannot imagine how you will be when I show you my surprise.”
    “This isn't the surprise?”
    He shook his head and smiled. “Hardly, but had I known a car could have this effect on you I would have had you in here a lot sooner. I can think of plenty of things that we could do in a parked car.” This was said in a very low, sexy voice which had me blushing even though I knew he was just teasing. He had been nothing but a gentleman. He hadn't pushed me in any way, always happy to just be with me. He rarely touched me, only to assist when I was tired, he never hinted at any past intimacies. He'd been just so damn polite and chivalrous.
    I suddenly felt that perhaps I didn't want that anymore.
    He must have sensed my change of mind, because his eyes dropped to my lips and he swallowed. I watched his Adam's apple bob up and down and couldn't pull my gaze away.
    I expected him to do something, to lean forward and kiss me perhaps, but he just shook his head, as though to clear his mind and put the car in gear. He navigated the driveway and took us smoothly out onto the road. It didn't seem like a very busy road, certainly not at this time of night and I suddenly realised this was my opportunity to see how

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