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even though she couldn’t recall ever drinking it.
    â€œI’m going to do a physical exam along with some cognitive testing. Then we’ll see about a CT scan to rule out damage or abnormalities to the brain. We’ll take blood to check for an infection...”
    Sarah felt like a sleepwalker as she went through the process. Later she found herself back in the doctor’s office. She moved several things on his desk before he joined her.
    When he came back into the room, he stopped before sitting down and asking, “Did you move something on my desk?”
    â€œWhy would I?”
    He nodded. “Good question.” He quickly replaced both items she’d moved to their original locations before he sat. “Yours is a very interesting case,” he said once behind his desk again. “I can see no medical reason for your memory loss, no damage to the brain, no infection...” He closed the chart and steepled his fingers as he peered at her. “That leaves another possibility.”
    â€œThat my memory loss might be psychological,” she said, voicing her worst fear.
    He nodded slowly. “I can give you the name of a psychiatrist...” She said nothing as he scribbled the name on a prescription pad he pulled from his top drawer. She took the sheet from him, folded it and put it into her pocket.
    As she stood to leave, he said, “I would be interested to see how it turns out.” His gaze locked with hers, and she saw that he’d made up his mind about her.
    The moment he’d realized that she’d moved items on his desk, he’d known she’d done it to mess with his mind. Just as he’d known she was lying when she’d denied it. Now he was probably wondering why a woman would lie about losing twenty-two years of her memory.
    * * *
    C URIOUS , E MILY WATCHED Alex Ross head behind the counter to get her another coffee. He’d been
flirting
with her! The thought surprised her. He was not the kind of man who normally gave her a second glance.
    He wore an apron with Big Timber Java printed on it over his button-down shirt and chinos. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing surprisingly muscled tanned arms. She wondered what he did when he wasn’t working here in the coffee shop. Then she shook her head as she imagined what her ex Harrison would have thought of the guy.
    She instantly felt defensive on Alex’s behalf. While he wasn’t her usual type—not in the least—he was nice and kind of cute in his way-too-straightlaced clothes. He’d been so sweet when he’d come over to the table. He wanted her to feel better. Harrison had never cared how she was feeling one way or the other.
    Just the thought of the man who’d gotten her arrested made her go cold inside. He’d been mean, taking out his temper on her with hard words and fists. But that was all behind her, she told herself as the barista returned with another cup of coffee. She reached for her purse.
    â€œIt’s on the house. Your smile was payment enough,” he said. “I was worried about you. You looked so serious. Can’t have one of my favorite customers looking so sad.”
    Yep, he was definitely hitting on her. She grinned, more amused than anything. She certainly wasn’t taking any of this seriously as she accepted the coffee. “Thanks.” She took a sip. “Nice job.”
    He shrugged. “I try. I’ve seen you in here with Jace Calder. Any relation?”
    â€œMy brother.”
    He looked pleased to hear that. Had he thought Jace was her husband? “So...” His gaze went to her ring finger as if he was double-checking to make sure there wasn’t a wedding ring.
    â€œI’m not married,” she said, even more amused.
    He raised his gaze, his grin broadening into an embarrassed smile. “But you do have a boyfriend.”
    â€œNope.” She joked that she couldn’t have a boyfriend until she