The Night in Question. Kelsey Roberts

me, you should be at a hospital getting medical care. What was Matt thinking?” The question was directed at Shelby.

      “That there’s no reason she should be in the hospital,” Shelby said. “She’ll have a good lunch and then Matt is going to take her home. Rose,” Shelby continued, “I’ve spoken with Kendall and she assured me the memory loss is real. Trauma-induced amnesia.”

      Rose snorted. “I love my niece, but Kendall can be out there.”

      Kresley wondered if Rose ever looked in a mirror. She wasn’t exactly a conformist.

      “Don’t forget, Kendall swears she met her husband in a past life. Nutty if you ask me.”

      “No one asked,” Shelby said pointedly.

      Matt appeared then, carrying a plate of food. Kresley was surprisingly glad to see him. Though Shelby had been warm, Rose was making her feel unwelcome. He placed the plate and a set of utensils on the bar. Kresley could feel the heat radiating off his body. She looked up, hoping to get a read on him but then she realized his entire attention was focused on Shelby. And then it hit her. “You’re related,” Kresley said, wagging her forefinger between Matt and Shelby.

      “Ah-ha!” Rose clapped her hands once sharply. “See, it isn’t just me. She thinks so, too,” Rose said, the harshness gone from her tone. “I noticed it the moment he walked in here.”

      Matt looked at Kresley, though his eyes never really connected with hers. “We aren’t related.”

      Rose made a ‘Harrumph’ sound, then turned, mumbling, and went back up the stairs.

      “She’s formidable,” Kresley said as she poked at the tuna salad.

      “She’s all bark and no bite,” Shelby assured her. “You just have to ease into Rose.”

      Kresley looked at Matt. “She wasn’t very warm to you. How long did you say you’d been tending bar here?”

      “A few weeks. By the way, I’m scheduled to work lunch,” he said to Shelby.

      “I’ll call Susan in to cover for you.”

      “Thanks,” he said, bending down only slightly to place a kiss against Shelby’s cheek as she readied to leave the room.

      In record speed, Kresley wolfed down the tuna salad, thanked everyone profusely, and then hurried out the back with Matt on her heels.

      “What’s the deal?” he asked.

      “Lycra Lady hated me,” she said.

      Matt grinned. The action caused sexy dimples to appear on his cheeks. “Rose is just…blunt.”

      Kresley gingerly maneuvered herself into the passenger’s seat. The lidocaine had worn off and she was starting to feel the pain of her injuries. “Who exactly got you my address?”

      “Gabe got it off your DMV records.”

      Good God, another name to remember. “And Gabe is…?”

      “Gabe Langston is a local P.I. and a friend. We met a few years back when Gabe came to Quantico for some training.”

      Kresley closed her eyes and relaxed against the headrest. Other than the single flash of a porthole, nothing else had sparked a memory. They crossed over Charleston Harbor and Sullivan’s Island. Kresley knew that because she could read the road signs. At least she knew she could read. When Matt slowed and turned into a parking lot, there was nothing familiar about the apartment building at the corner of Hartnett Boulevard and Twenty-fifth Avenue. “I live here?”

      “Unit 1B.”

      Matt pulled into a parking spot in front of the apartment. Kresley felt a tickle of uneasiness when she saw the door but nothing felt familiar.

      “I’ll go in with you.”

      Unlatching her seatbelt, she said, “Thank you.”

      They had barely stepped out of the car when a rotund woman with hair dyed a shade of red not known in nature hurried toward Kresley. Matt waited at a distance.

      “You were supposed to come to the office two days ago,” she said, her eyes little more than angry green slits.

      “Because?” Kresley prompted.

      “Because?” she spat. “You’re three months behind on your share of the rent. You promised me you’d have the money to me yesterday. Instead you stayed out all night and half the day today.” The woman was so worked up she punctuated her tirade by shaking her finger in Kresley’s face. “Your roommate paid up. I want your share in a money order. No more rubber checks. Got it?”

      Roommate? Kresley tried to hide her confusion. “Uh, how much do I owe you exactly?”

      “Fifteen hundred plus another seventy-five in late fees.”

      “I seem to have lost my keys,” Kresley said.

      The landlady didn’t appear to be the least bit sympathetic. Digging into the pocket of her housecoat, she yanked out a large ring, flipped through the keys, then removed one and handed it to Kresley. “Add another fifteen on for key replacement.”

      Matt waited until she’d waddled three or four feet back toward the door bearing a bronze plaque announcing Leasing Office before he joined Kresley. “She’s a little ray of sunshine, isn’t she?”

      Kresley unlocked the door to unit 1B and opened it just a crack. Tilting her head back to compensate for his height, she said, “Well, thank you,” and stuck out her right hand.

      Matt chuckled softly. “That was a great kiss-off but if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to take a look around, just to make sure the apartment is secure.”

      Matt came in and the first thing he noticed was a framed photograph of two women on a beach. One was Kresley.

      The other one was Janice.

      Chapter Three

      As Kresley was looking around to see if any of these supposed roommates were home, Matt marched in like some recruit, his attention honed on a photograph on the entertainment center. There was no question. It was Janice. Turning the photo toward Kresley, he asked, “Who is this?”

      As soon as she saw the image, she heard the words in her head again. Trust no one. “I—I don’t know.”

      “Her name is Janice Cross,” Matt said.

      Kresley shook her head.

      He reached her in three long strides. His blue eyes blazed as his fingers closed around her upper arms. “Think! She’s six feet tall, has short brown hair.”

      “I know her,” Kresley managed. “I don’t know how I know her. Or why.”

      “That isn’t very helpful,” Matt said, scowling.

      “I’m doing my best here,” she shot back. “Kendall said my memory would come back in fits and starts so you’ll just have to wait until I have the right fit or the right start. Now, thank you for everything you’ve done.” She went to the door and opened it. “I need to shower and try to figure out where my bank is so I can see if I have enough money in my account to hopefully pay the mean landlady. So, good bye.”

      Grudgingly, Matt left.

      Kresley was glad to be finally alone. She went to the kitchen first, opening the refrigerator to find only a jar of mustard surrounded by a half-dozen Chinese take-out cartons. There were several magnets on the fridge, all for restaurants that delivered.

      The dishes in the dishwasher were clean and the place was tidy. She went down the hallway and found the first bedroom. In one bedroom, she picked a pair of size-ten panties off the floor. No way they belonged to her. Going to the closet, she found half the clothes were size ten; the others were a size six. Several gowns hung in the back, all with the expensive, exclusive label,