Forgotten Vows
My fingertips hover above her cheek as I remember summer nights when touching her wasn’t complicated by years of bitterness.
Five years ago, her brother stole everything from me—my business, my reputation, nearly my life. Tonight, fate delivered his most precious possession directly into my hands. Complete amnesia. The words echo through my mind and settle like foundation stones beneath a plan that forms with each passing second.
“If you don’t remember who you are,” I whisper to her sleeping form, “then I’ll tell you exactly who you need to be.”
A wedding ring sits heavy in my pocket—a prop from an undercover operation last year that I had Mateo fetch. Perfect for convincing a woman with no
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