Enticed by His Forgotten Lover. Maya Banks

nodded and retreated, closing the door behind her.

      Bryony stared at Rafael, such a short distance away. She could smell him he was so close. She was at a complete loss as to how to act around him now. She could no longer maintain the outraged, jilted-lover act because if he couldn’t remember her, he couldn’t very well be blamed for acting as though she didn’t exist for the past months.

      But neither could she just take up where they’d left off and throw herself into his arms.

      The result was tension so thick and awkward that it made her want to fidget out of her shoes.

      He stared at her. She stared at him. One would never guess that they’d made a child together.

      Rafael sighed. “Before this goes any further, there is something I have to do.”

      Her brows came together and then lifted when he took a step toward her.

      “What?” she asked.

      He cupped her face and stepped forward again until their bodies were aligned and his heat—and scent—enveloped her.

      “I have to kiss you.”