Her Man To Remember

Suzanne McMinn

HIS WIFE WAS ALIVE, BUT SHE DIDN'T REMEMBER HIMNor did Leah Bradshaw–now Wells–remember the divorce papers she'd been carrying that night eighteen months ago when her car had plunged into the river and her body had disappeared. Now Roman had a chance to seduce her all over again and rekindle the passion they'd once shared. And he had every intention of winning her heart once more.But this Leah was different from the spontaneous woman he'd married. She was cautious, afraid. Was there more to her accident than he'd originally thought? And if so, could Leah's life still be in danger?Her lost memories held the answers. But unlocking the past could mean losing Leah's love forever….

“Who are you?” Leah demanded, the look in her eyes stopping him short.

Fear. She was afraid—of what? Him? Roman felt cold all over.

What had happened that night she went over that bridge? Why had she been there? He’d never understood that. She’d been on a highway she didn’t normally travel, on a trip she’d told no one about, carrying divorce papers he would never have signed.

It had just been one of the many strange, horrible things about her death. But…

But Leah wasn’t dead.

Her Man To Remember

Suzanne McMinn

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Suzanne McMinn

Suzanne McMinn lives on a lake in North Carolina with a bunch of dogs, cats, ducks and kids. Visit her Web site at www.SuzanneMcMinn.com to learn more about her books.

With appreciation to Julie Barrett, Susan Litman,

Leslie Wainger and especially Shannon Godwin.

And of course, to MLFF—you know who you are.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Epilogue

Chapter 1

He’d been in Thunder Key exactly four hours and thirty-two minutes when he first saw her.

On that first day at the Shark and Fin, Roman Bradshaw hadn’t believed his eyes. He’d left the beachside bar and grill without touching his drink. He’d gone back to the bungalow he’d rented—the same bungalow where they’d spent their honeymoon more than two years ago—and almost convinced himself he’d gone crazy.

The second day he made eye contact with her. She was behind the bar. Her blond hair was short, the same as always. Chin length, sexy, sassy, it swished forward onto her high cheekbones. She looked up at him from beneath the wispy bangs and met his eyes. No flicker of recognition. Nothing. Just…wide-open eyes.

A scar along her hairline, above one temple, thin, pale, was barely visible but familiar. The same silver bracelet encircled her wrist. It was a bracelet she’d worn ever since he’d given it to her on their honeymoon. And he knew it was etched with the name Leah.

He was in the back of the bar, near the door. There was a part of him that feared if he moved closer, too close, she’d disappear.

So he watched her.

She wasn’t his server. But when he caught her eyes across the bar, she stared at him for a very long moment. Then she turned to the girl approaching the bar, said something to her and pointed to him.

The girl came back to his table. “Can I help you? Do you need another beer?”

He shook his head. He couldn’t speak right away. Leah was still watching him but not as though she knew him. Her look was concerned, as if she was worried something was wrong.

“I’m fine, everything’s fine,” he had said finally, then left soon after.

He didn’t know what to think. How could she not recognize him? There was nothing different about him. He wore khaki shorts and a loose, untucked tropical-print shirt he’d picked up at one of the touristy shops in Thunder Key, but other than that, he was the same Roman on the outside. The same man she’d married. It was inside where he’d changed.

Was it really Leah? He was afraid to find out, afraid to lose her all over again. He spent hours walking the blustery beach, his mind filled with questions he was afraid to ask. Was he losing his mind? Was the woman a figment of his imagination, a gho