Chapter Twenty Four

Maya

She smiled. “You are making it easy.” She settled against him, content. But then an uneasy thought assailed her. She had spoken of loving him, something she couldn’t remember, but felt that she had, but there had been nothing said of his

love for her. Not once had he voiced words of love, and shouldn’t they have come? When she was in the hospital. Weren’t reaffirmations of love common after a scare? Wouldn’t he seek to reassure her that he loved her when she couldn’t remember their life together?

She raised her head to ask him, to seek confirmation of that fact, but the question died on her lips when she saw his attention was already focused on the small television screen in the corner of the large compartment of the limousine.

She let the question die and contented herself with remaining snuggled into his body. The next thing she knew, they were arriving at the airport.

“We are here,” Alex said.

She nodded, and Alex stepped from the limousine. He reached in and helped her out, a