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them.
                  Not for us. For them.
                  "You'd only have to be married a few years," Agent Pemberton, one of my least favorites of all the Feds who interviewed me, explained. He always looked at me like I was a complete idiot. "If in that time things die down and nothing happens, you can get a divorce. Besides, the monetary compensation we are providing you with should keep you in financial security for the rest of your life."
                  "What things need to die down? It's not like I can remember what happened to me in the first place," I asked. "I hit my head during the helicopter explosion. That's what brought on this amnesia."
                  "Look, Elizabeth , we're going to level with you." Pemberton leaned forward. "We've been after Diego Martes for years for money laundering. We believe that a prize like the treasure Martes has indicated you found with your…friend…Juan will help us arrest him. It's too tempting of reward for someone like him to give up on. You are the only person still living who saw it besides Martes, and we think he'll try to enlist your aid to retrieve it. Problem is, Diego isn't known for his kindness towards women, and since you can't seem to remember anything that can help us out, that makes the situation all the more difficult when it comes to providing protection for you."
                  As if I needed to be reminded.
    But after hearing that, I said yes to Eddie, though a part of me was disappointed that it wasn’t a real proposal. In another time and place, I would have snatched a guy like Eddie up and sunk my woman claws into him until he begged for mercy. But it’s hard to think like that when you know he’s only asking you to marry him because his boss is making him.
    And there was still Juan Carlos haunting my dreams.
                  From time to time, Eddie and I have toyed with romance. Sometimes he looks at me, and I think I see a longing in his blue eyes. But I can’t be sure. In the year we’ve been married, we have hugged and touched but never been intimate. I had thought to change that with my condoms and wine. I’d been having urges…desires…okay, I’m horny. It had occurred to me that there was no reason why I couldn’t have sex with Eddie. We slept in the same bed, after all. If I rolled over and curled my body around his, I was sure he could be brought around to my way of thinking. Just in case it wasn’t so easy though, I’d purchased the bottle of wine. The condoms were for…well, you know.
                  “ Elizabeth ,” Eddie said, jolting me out of my thoughts. “You sure you’re okay? You seem distracted. And what's up with your hair? You've got bedroom hair going on."
                  “That's because I was just taking a nap on the couch.” I picked up the gun and smoothed down my hair as best I could. “I’ll just go put this away.”
                  I walked into the kitchen with Eddie on my trail. My intent was to slip the weapon back into my purse, but I couldn’t do that with the long arm of the law behind me. I laid it on the counter instead. My eyes were drawn to the package of Trojan condoms, size large, on the counter, placed next to the bottle of wine. I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling very embarrassed.
                  “You got plans for the evening?” Eddie nodded his head towards the condoms, a little blush creeping into his cheeks. It was cute.
                  “Umm….well, I thought…” Damn! This wasn’t the smooth seduction I’d planned. Of course, now there was the Juan Carlos thing, too. How could I have sex with a dead man hovering nearby?
                  Eddie picked up the box and examined it. He grinned and tossed it to me. “Large, huh? Well, at least you got the size right.”
                  With those words, he sauntered out of the