Two days passed since that famous kiss episode and Aidan was avoiding her like plague. Not that she blamed him; she was never supposed to give him that slap since she had been a very much active participant in that kiss. But at some point it had become so overwhelming that she had gotten scared of the intensity of her feelings.At first, the feelings that have engulfed her had driven her into a zone of pure passion. Something she could not remember but even in her state she knew it was not an ordinary feeling. But when he had asked for more, the heat had become too much to bear and her first reaction had been to back out.Except that he had been too engrossed in his own throes of passion to cater for her feelings. And that was when she had panicked. And had slapped him. Not a tight slap but one to jerk him back to reality. And it had worked. He had snapped back to reality and had released her immediately.And she had apologized immediately because from the remorse in his eyes, she was

Kate could have killed herself as she stared at the desolate figure sitting on the edge of the bed in acute pain. It made her feel a deep pinch in her heart and guilt replaced the initial mortification. What the hell was wrong with her? She knew she should not have started anything she could not finish and it only made her a tease.But he had been so irresistible. Irresistible in the sense that she felt wonderful at the kind of trust he had in her. And wished she could trust him back like that. Suddenly, Kate started to wish fervently that she got her memory back because she knew she was missing something important here. It made her realize how much he loved her and she could not play with his feelings because she was not sure if she loved him that much.Looking at the forlorn figure in front of her, Kate wished she could undo the past. How stupid could she be? Why the hell had she been unable to resist him like that? Hell, she loved the way they interacted and guessed that they must

After having blurted out the first thing that came in her mind, Kate watched as extreme happiness filled Aidan’s face. Her Aidan. Her beloved. How the hell could she have forgotten him? Everything was clearer now. Her past, her life, her spoilt wedding.“Are you okay?’ he asked her still holding her hand and she nodded getting down the armchair. Feeling a bout of dizziness, she had to steady herself for a few seconds before putting on a brave smile. Even with her memory back, she was still feeling that fatigue and ever present headache.Groggily, she nodded and leant against Aidan for support. She was feeling so tired and mentally drawn. “I’m fine,” she replied unwilling to look at anything or anyone other than Aidan. It seemed like it had been ages since she had last seen him and some part of her had missed him.Certain things were still indistinct in her mind and she was still unable to bridge the gap between some events. For instance, it was difficult to discern what had happened j

“Can you believe it’s Nathalie?” Kate asked as soon as they reached back the cottage. She knew she had her moment of reprieve and that Aidan would never let her out of his sight again. But the shopping trip had done her a lot of good and she was happy to have met Ryce.“I don’t know what to think anymore,” replied Aidan enigmatically. “Let’s forget about that for a moment.”“Hmmm what else did you have in mind?” she asked coquettishly glad that Ryce had declined her offer to stay at the cottage. Not that the latter had actually declined but Aidan had quickly pointed out that they would be exposed to more risks if Ryce disappeared too.When Aidan smiled at her suggestive comment, she grinned back wanting to let go of all their worries for a moment. It had been so long since she had been happy and carefree. Like she had always been. How she had missed him. And the moments they had spent together. But in the turmoil, they had not even taken the time to reunite properly.It was no wonder

It had been Kate’s undoing. The look that Aunt Abigail had sent her had touched her deeply. It had been the look of a desperate mother who had just lost her only son and wanted something from her. Something she could not give simply because she did not know the truth.Feeling forlorn, she felt tears prick her eyes as she stepped back in an attempt to avoid the question being addressed to her. She stammered something unintelligible not knowing what to say. The plain truth was that she had no idea who the killer was and had only been bluffing.Aidan and Ryce had known she had been faking it and they had protected her. Like they had always done. The killer could not be Ryce; it was simply not possible. Her heart would never believe that. Even if he had wanted revenge, he would have attempted to harm her in a different way. Ryce would never try to kill her; it was unthinkable.All her instincts were telling her that it could be Nathalie since the hate she harbored for her was so intense t