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she knew were here. Besides one visit to her hospital bed, and the drive out, he was a stranger—albeit a stranger with whom sheshared an inconvenient attraction. Perhaps it’d be best if she took it from here, not rely on him.
    Then again, at the moment, even her own mother felt like a stranger. And despite knowing it was unwise, she trusted Seth Kentrell. A vision of his dark beauty rose in her mind. The lure of him, of being near the electric field that seemed to surround him, was just as strong as the lure of exploring on her own. Perhaps stronger.
    That banked fire in his eyes both made her wary and called to her on a primal level. If he ever tried to kiss her, would she have it within her to resist? Her skin quivered. Would she want to?
    She lifted her hand and hesitated only a second before knocking on his door.
    Confident footsteps sounded on the other side before it swung open. Seth stood there, radiating heat and masculinity, and she forgot to breathe. She’d been right to be wary of him. This was not a man to play with, or to underestimate.
    â€œGood morning, April,” he said, voice as smooth as matured whiskey. “Did you sleep well?”
    She took a deep breath, drinking in his forest-fresh scent, glad she’d decided to see him despite the danger. “I slept right through. My body is obviously still healing.”
    â€œWe’ll take it easy.” He ushered her through to his room’s dining suite. “I thought you might prefer breakfast here, instead of under the prying eyes in the restaurant.”
    There was that pattern of doing the right thing by her again. “That was considerate.”
    â€œI’ve been known to be considerate before. On occasion.” One end of his mouth hitched, almost a grin, but not quite.
    He passed her the menu but she shook her head. “Just toast, please. My appetite hasn’t returned properly yet.”
    Seth picked up the phone and placed their orders before inviting her to sit on the overstuffed couch. “I wonder if you’d like a tour of the hotel today?”
    She sank into the couch, then looked up at him. “Surely you don’t have the time to play guide to me. You have a large business to run.”
    â€œThis is my business.” He lowered himself onto the couch beside her, resting his arm along the back. “I need your memory to return so we can freely discuss the ownership of this hotel, and I can go back to the task of running it and the others.”
    She smiled wryly. “I’m the fly in your ointment that needs extraction.”
    The half grin returned for an instant before being pulled back into a smooth smile. “I prefer to think of you as my focus for the time being. A pleasant focus, if you don’t mind me saying.”
    April studied his face. He was using charm to disarm her, trading on their acknowledged attraction, and regardless of how it set her stomach aflutter, she couldn’t forget its purpose. He’d just admitted he needed her to give the hotel back, so he was trying to eliminate any adversarial elements to their relationship, making her believe they were after the same thing, on the same team.
    To get what he wanted.
    She smiled the same smooth smile he’d granted her. “So what do you have in mind for your day with your focus then?”
    His raised eyebrow said he knew she was aware of his strategy, and it didn’t faze him. “I thought, after breakfast I could give you a tour of the hotel. Perhaps it’ll remind you of why you wanted to buy it. Or you’ll see it’s just a hotel, hardly worth your bother.”
    She batted her lashes. “Thoughtful of you to consider my needs so selflessly.”
    â€œI thought so.” His dark blue eyes twinkled with amusement. “Some more documents you might find interesting have arrived.” He reached to the side table and picked up several thick reports, then handed her the first