Chapter Four
“Wait. What?”
“We were looking for mates,” he repeated heavily, more slowly this time, as if she were five years old. “Next question.”
She moved to him, her eyes wide, on the verge of remembering something important. Something vital. But the details were still maddeningly elusive.
“W-why were we looking for… mates? As in…mates? And why Bermuda?”
He smiled tenderly at her. “That’s technically three questions.”
“Come on, spill!” She punched him lightly on the shoulder. He caught her fist and cradled her fingers against his chest, refusing to let go. She let her hand stay there, not wishing to hurt him with her rejection, no matter how slight.
“We were at…sort of a singles convention in Bermuda. It’s an annual thing, held in a different vacation spot for three weeks each y
