“I have a package for Trevor Descansos.” She pul ed the envelope out from where she’d tucked it into her waistband at the smal of her back. “If you could see that he gets it . . .”

“Of course.” Jansen—as his badge read—searched for Trevor’s name in the computer and typed a quick note into the system. “Would you like to leave your name?”

“That won’t be necessary. I’m just a courier.” She signed where he indicated on a clipboard, then stepped back.

She was halfway to the elevators when she heard Trevor’s laugh. The rich, deep sound rol ed over her senses with such vibrancy it made the thrum of noise in the atrium fade to insignificance.

Her head turned without volition, her gaze seeking and finding him walking beside a pretty, smiling blonde. He had a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and a wheeled carryon rol ing behind him. He’d fil ed out, his body once again big and lean, his face breathtaking in its beauty. He looked fit and as happy as she’d hoped he would be.

Her chest ached unbearably at the sight of him, constricting her breathing. He was grinning down at the woman beside him, his eyes bright and his charm evident. The blonde was riveted, her attention focused solely on him.

Gasping for a deep breath, Siobhán forced herself to look away and continue toward the elevator, fighting an unknown stinging in her eyes that made her feel terribly exposed. She hated the pretty woman who could enjoy Trevor without restriction, and she hated herself for feeling that way. If the blonde made him happy, Siobhán wanted to be happy, too. She should be, if she hadn’t fal en so far from grace.

Stabbing her finger into the cal button for the elevator, she Will ed the car to hurry so she could retreat into privacy. As the doors slid open, she rushed inside, affording herself one last look at him.

He’d stopped and was staring directly at her.

Her breath caught and her heart ceased beating for an endless moment. No, she thought. Please don’t remember me.

“Hold the elevator!” he shouted across the distance between them, lunging into motion.

Spurred by the need for flight, she pushed the button to close the doors, seeing his jaw set with determination as the two halves slid together and shut him out. Siobhán sagged heavily into the brass handrail of the moving car, her chest heaving. It had been a mistake to come. He’d been fine. She’d been fine. Coming here had only stirred things up again.

When the elevator arrived on the garage level, she stepped out into the cool, dark space and headed toward her vehicle, her blood rushing through her ears. The outrageously powerful response of her body to emotions she shouldn’t be capable of feeling rattled the very foundations of who she’d been created to be. Because of him. Because being around Trevor did something to her she couldn’t fight or control.

“Hey! Hold up.”

She stumbled, startled to hear Trevor cal ing out behind her. The pounding of his booted feet grew louder as he drew closer at a dead run. She faced him, feeling almost dizzy with delight that he’d come after her . . . fol owed swiftly by fear of what the consequences could be.

He was dressed in navy cargo pants and matching T-shirt, looking very much like the EMT he was. His hair had grown long enough to touch his col ar in the back and drape over his forehead in the front. Her hands clenched against the desire to touch it again, to see how it felt with its new length. He’d ditched his luggage somewhere. And the pretty blonde.

He skidded to a halt in front of her and grinned. “Hi.”

She looked up at him, unable to resist smiling back. His eyes were bright and his mood boisterous. “Hi.”

He held his hand out to her. “Trevor Descansos.”

“Siobhán.” She shook his hand, feeling a tingle race up her arm from his touch. She abruptly remembered the taste of him and the power of his kiss.

“Shiv-awn,” he repeated, caressing her name with his voice. “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

“Thank you.” She loosened her grip on him, but he wouldn’t let go.

“I know this is abrupt, but do you have time for coffee? Or lunch? Or anything?”

Something fluttered in her stomach. “I’m sorry. Have we met before?”

“No,” he said emphatical y. “Trust me, I’d remember. I saw you and you hit me like a two-by-four between the eyes. I know that sounds like a line, but I’m serious. So take pity on me and give me a few minutes of your time. Or a few hours. Could I talk you into a few days? Maybe a week or few?”

She laughed, couldn’t help it. “Don’t you have plans?”

His brows rose. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You had luggage.”

“So you did see me.” Trevor pul ed their joined hands up to rest over his heart. “I’m crushed. You ditched me.”

“You had someone with you.” She didn’t mean to sound piqued.

“Don’t be jealous. I was waiting for you. My whole life, I think. So . . . coffee? A meal?”

“Your plans . . . ?” Her fingers flexed against his chest, feeling the hardness of his pectoral muscle and the warmth of his skin. He smelled wonderful and looked even better. His angel blue eyes were so deep and inviting she could drown in them if she wasn’t careful.

Dear God, she’d missed him so much more than she could make excuses for.

“Plans. Yes,” he murmured, stepping closer. “I have some. I’l have to change them. I can’t go there when you’re here.”

“Go where?”

“Anywhere you’re not. I might sound crazy, but you’re about to walk away and I don’t know who you are or where to find you, and if I can’t find you again I’m pretty sure I’l regret it for the rest of my life.”

Siobhán sucked in a deep, shaky breath. “I’m sorry, but I have to decline.”

He caught up her left hand and looked at it. “No ring. Not married, right? I knew you couldn’t be. Whoever he is, Siobhán, he’s not the right one for you.”

“You’re awful y sure of yourself,” she said softly, enjoying him. And yet she knew it was wrong. Trevor didn’t know anything about her or what she was. She had to be the responsible one and walk away.

It had never been so hard to be responsible.

“As a rule, yes,” he agreed. “But this is different. Give me a chance and I’l prove it.”

“I really can’t . . . It wouldn’t work out.”

“Siobhán.” He looked into her eyes, his voice fervent and earnest. “I believe everything happens for a reason. There’s a reason we found each other today, a reason why we’re throwing sparks off of each other. We can’t just walk away from that because it’s inconvenient. If you do, you’re going to look back on this someday and you’re going to be sorry.”

What if he’s right? a little voice in her head wondered. Before she’d wiped his memory he’d said he would be attracted to her even without the connection they’d forged when she rescued him. It seemed that was true.

Just to be certain, she reached into his mind and felt the piercing rush of feeling he’d experienced when he saw her in the lobby. It had been a sudden kick of primal recognition that had nothing to do with memory, which meant it would be impossible to prevent him from being drawn to her no matter what she did. Moreover, Adrian and Lindsay proved that it didn’t matter what stood in the way—if two souls were meant to find each other, they would.