He groaned the name right in her ear. Laura froze the instant the word penetrated the fog of sensation clouding her brain. A cold breeze swept through her, replacing the heat of passion with a chill that went to the bone. Meredith. The one word tore her out of the sweet spell he’d created with his kiss and unceremoniously plunged her back into reality. Everything he’d managed to make her forget came rushing back, forcing her to remember who he was, who she was, and how all of this was so incredibly complicated. Laura, she wanted to tell him. My name is Laura. She needed to hear it, needed to know that whoever she might have been, what he was doing and feeling now was about her, not a woman he’d loved three years ago and never stopped. She didn’t say it. She simply dropped her hands. He felt her reaction a beat later. He pulled back and peered into her eyes. She didn’t have to say anything. He already knew. “It’s your name, you know.” She gave a tight shake of her head. “No, I don’t know.
