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any requests—such as to see behind-the-scenes operations—are to be granted. All decisions will still go through your line manager at Bramson Holdings until this matter is resolved, but technically, she’s the owner-in-waiting. And I don’t have to tell you that discretion is of the utmost importance, even from your line manager.”
    â€œOf course, Mr. Kentrell.” Oscar didn’t make a note of this one.
    â€œThank you, Oscar. I apologize for the brevity of this meeting, but I need to take Ms. Fairchild to her suite. We’ve come straight from her hospital room.”
    â€œMs. Fairchild’s health is our main concern,” the manager said, offering her a concerned smile. “I’ll call a concierge.”
    Oscar left the room and April turned to Seth. “Thank you.”
    â€œFor what?” He raised an eyebrow.
    â€œYou didn’t need to tell him about the contract. I thought you’d keep that under wraps until a final decision was made. If you get the hotel back, no one ever need know.”
    He frowned. “Even though the contract doesn’t take effect until the end of the month, and it may not stand up, you’re possibly the current legal owner. It was the right thing to do to inform the manager. You deserve to be treated as such.”
    â€œI appreciate it,” she said, eyeing him curiously. She was getting the feeling Seth Kentrell always did the right thing. A couple of times since she’d met him there had been deeper, darker emotions flaring in his navy blue eyes, but he’d quickly leashed them before they had time to manifest. He held himself in such control.
    A concierge in a dark green uniform arrived to show them to their suites, and once again Seth followed her closely, there if he was needed. Regardless of what else was between them with the hotel issue, one thing she knew for sure, physically she was in safe hands. He wouldn’t let her fall.
    Warmed by the idea, she walked through the lobby to a pretty glass elevator, but then, as they continued along the hall three floors up, an amorphous thought intruded. There was a definite feeling of…something. Like déjà vu, it was on the edges of her consciousness, just out of grasp. She looked at the walls, the doors they passed, taking in every detail, every potential clue. But the feeling faded and she was left with nothing more than misty remnants of a half-formed idea. And disappointment that a memoryhad again slipped beyond her reach just as she’d begun to touch it.
    Seth tipped the concierge and stood at April’s door, hands deep in his pockets. “Have a rest. Your legs must be tired. They’re unused to this much movement.”
    As he said the words, fatigue suffused her limbs. She’d spent most of the morning sitting in a car and in Oscar’s office, but she wasn’t yet back to full strength. “Perhaps a nap would be good,” she conceded.
    â€œWhen you’re ready, knock on my door.” He pointed to a door on the inside west wall. “I’ll be working in my suite through there. Or ring the operator and ask to be put through to me.” His gaze dropped from her eyes to her lips. “I’ll be waiting.”

Three
    A pril slept soundly through the afternoon and night and woke early, feeling refreshed and eager to explore her new surroundings. After a quick shower, she found a note slipped under the door connecting her suite to Seth’s.
    Let me know when you’re ready for breakfast. S
    She gripped the note, undecided. This hotel had pulled at her, had been inextricably linked to losing her memory, and she’d needed Seth to bring her here. She knew he wanted to keep her close—mainly to ensure she wasn’t trying to hoodwink him—but did that mean he intended them to spend all their time together?
    Part of her wanted the freedom to explore at her own pace, to investigate the crumbs of memories