Sudden Recall. Lisa Phillips

mean something.”

      “Am I supposed to know what you’re talking about?”

      He grinned. “I guess not. Parker told us about the amnesia thing. That really happens?”

      Sienna kept a straight face. “I wouldn’t know. I can’t remember.”

      Wyatt laughed, which made Parker pause in his conversation and look over at her. “That’s exactly the look I’m talking about.”

      Parker went back to his conversation, and Sienna shook her head. “It’s not like that. We barely know each other.”

      Well, she barely knew him. The reverse might not be true.

      “Listen, I really need to...”

      She was interrupted when the gunman she’d knocked out started yelling as he regained consciousness. Parker raced over while the marshals struggled to restrain him. Sienna watched, wide-eyed, as he stuck two fingers in the gunman’s mouth. The man bit down. Parker winced but didn’t back off. He pulled out a capsule and lifted the man up. “Put this one on suicide watch.”

      The female marshal nodded, and they hauled the guy to their car.

      Parker walked to her then, giving Wyatt a side nod that made him stride away. But not before he glanced back at Sienna and mouthed, See.

      She wasn’t interested in getting mixed up in the interplay between the marshals. That wasn’t her world. All she wanted was to get back to the ranch and hide under her covers until the sun came up.

      “Are you okay?” The hardness of Parker’s features had softened. She steeled herself against it and glanced at the trees. That persistent feeling of being watched just wouldn’t go, even now that the immediate threat had passed.

      “I’m not sure how I’m going to get home.”

      “At last, a problem of yours I can actually solve.” The smile curled the corners of his mouth. “I’ll give you a ride. Okay?” Sienna nodded, and Parker strode past Wyatt, who handed him a set of keys. She glanced again at the dark forest around them as she followed.

      There was definitely someone out there.

THREE

      With the exception of telling him where she lived, Sienna had been quiet on the drive to her house. He’d tried to fill the silence with music and found out the painful way that Wyatt had changed all the radio stations to what he called “classics.” Parker wanted to reach over and hold her hand, but to her they were practically strangers.

      Instead, he squeezed the steering wheel until he worried it would snap.

      “Is there something wrong?”

      He glanced over but couldn’t see her expression in the dark of the SUV Wyatt had loaned him. “It’s been a long day.”

      “Oh, sorry I kept you out.”

      “Not your fault.” He snapped on his blinker and turned onto her street. “You didn’t ask those men to try and kidnap you.”

      She turned away and looked out the window.

      The clock on the dash read 11:37 when he pulled into her drive next to a van. “Is that your aunt’s car?”

      “It’s supposed to give her the feeling of mobility by allowing her to get out on her own, but she doesn’t like to drive so I still have to take her everywhere.”

      He didn’t hear any resentment in her voice, just fatigue. Which after the night she’d had, running through the forest and fighting for her life, didn’t surprise him. “Was she in an accident?”

      Sienna nodded. “It was before I woke up with no memory. She doesn’t really talk about it, but I found a newspaper article online. A drunk driver hit her car late at night, and now she’s paralyzed from the waist down. She has a nurse come in every morning to help her shower and dress, but I help her the rest of the time.”

      Parker didn’t know what to say, so he cracked the door and climbed out. A light over the porch flooded the front of the house with its fluorescent glare. Not a motion sensor. That would have been triggered by the vehicle pulling in. A heat sensor, then? Not many small-town residents had security like that. Parker wanted to meet this aunt of hers.

      He waited for Sienna to circle the SUV and then took her hand. Because he wanted to. Because they were both tired, and they could have died tonight. It wasn’t about what he wished could have been, or what they might have had between them had she shown up in Atlanta. It was only about providing the comfort of friendship when they’d both had a bad day.

      The front steps had been overlaid with a wood ramp. When Parker stepped his foot on it, a buzzer inside dinged—like a doorbell. They reached the front door just as it swung open to reveal a stout woman in a wheelchair.

      With dark hair plastered on her head, she looked like a stern schoolmarm. A fact that was confirmed when she stuck her fingers on her hips and barked, “Took you long enough to get home. Did you get lost?”

      Sienna grabbed a gray cardigan from a hook inside the door and pulled it on over the shirt she wore, like armor. “Sorry, Aunt Karen. We got here as soon as we could. Why don’t you head to bed? We’ve all had a long day.” She rubbed her hands up and down her arms.

      The woman chuckled, an awkward, rusty sound. “You look more than worse for wear. Are you going to introduce me to your friend?”

      Like she didn’t know exactly who he was? Because he’d met her before under entirely different circumstances. And he knew she was CIA. Why was she acting like this was a cover story for a mission?

      Karen glanced at Parker, and he lifted an eyebrow in question. Then “Aunt Karen” pinned him with a stare Sienna didn’t catch and shook her head. Did she think she was fooling anyone? Parker wasn’t sure why he was willing to go along with it, but if there was a chance it was for Sienna’s benefit, he would.

      At least until he got an explanation as to why Sienna’s CIA handler was here, pretending to be her relative.

      Karen glanced between them. “How about I make us some tea? Why don’t you take a hot shower, get warmed up? Your young man and I can get acquainted.”

      Sienna glanced at him.

      Parker wasn’t going anywhere right then.

      She sighed. “Okay, that actually sounds good. I’ll be back down in a minute.”

      “You take your time.” Karen wheeled herself into the kitchen.

      The corner of Sienna’s mouth curled up. “She’s a little...abrasive, but her bark is worse than her bite.”

      “That’s good to know.” Parker squeezed her shoulder. “I’ll be fine. I’m a big tough guy who fights off kidnappers, remember?”

      It was supposed to be a joke, but he knew she didn’t take it that way when her eyes darkened. “I remember.”

      “Sorry.” He took a step of retreat toward the kitchen. “I’ll make small talk while you clean up.”

      She cocked her head to the side. “Why are you staying? It’s late, and you’re more tired than I am.”

      He couldn’t tell her that “Aunt Karen” had some explaining to do. So he said, “I don’t want to leave right away if there’s a chance they might come back. I’ll stick around for a little while and then head out. If that’s okay with you.”

      She nodded. Honestly, she looked relieved. But Parker didn’t let that sink too far down. His heart didn’t need any more encouragement. Sienna turned to the hall and left him alone in the foyer.

      Karen rolled to the doorway. “Kitchen. Now.”

      Parker followed because it was the only way he