Unforgettable. Maya Banks

out when there’s a real possibility we’ll never be what we once were to each other. You can’t expect me to admit to loving a man who thinks of me as a complete stranger.”

      “Not a stranger,” he corrected. “I’ve already admitted that it’s obvious we were something to each other.”

      “Something. Not everything,” she said painfully. “Don’t ask me, Rafael. Not until you remember me. Ask me then.”

      He reached up to touch her cheek. “All right. I’ll ask you then.”