Chapter 8
Memories of what had happened the rest of that fateful day rose in Becca’s mind, despite her efforts to suppress them. What was Blake thinking, asking Max for help? But the poor guy had no idea what had happened between them. Even though it had been so long ago, the event replayed like a reel in her mind.
“Becca, I need you to calm down,” Max had said.
“So you remember my name?” Somehow, Becca found it hard to maintain her composure. “How could you?”
“Becca, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just as confused as you are. This is my hotel room, but I don’t remember what happened yesterday, how I got here, and how you ended up in this room.”
“So that’s your cop-out? We’ll see what the cops say.”
He stared at her for a moment. “Becca, I would never hurt a woman no mat
