Remember Love: Saints Protection & Investigations by Maryann Jordan

chance to talk to you first.” Lifting his hand to her cold cheek, he caressed her soft skin. “Does the name sound familiar?”
    Not answering, she closed her eyes, swaying against the warmth of his hand. Grace. Grace Marie Kennedy. She said the name out loud, letting it roll off her tongue, trying it out. Seeing what memories it might invoke. It doesn’t feel strange…but it doesn’t remind me of anything.
    “Are you sure?”
    She jerked her eyes open, realizing she had spoken out loud. Nodding, she sat up straighter and asked, “What else do you know about me?”
    “That’s all right now, babe. Luke is doing more looking and he’s bringing some equipment upstairs so that we can go over it with you. I wanted to tell you alone. If you don’t want anyone else around, I’ll tell Luke to set us up in Jack’s private library.” He was about to insist on that when she slid off the counter and peered up into his concerned face.
    “No,” she said. “It’s okay, Blaise. I’ve been alone for three weeks, not knowing who I was or how I got hurt, but feeling as though someone was the cause of it. So I was afraid to trust anyone. You’ve become a good friend and those people out there,” she motioned toward the closed door, “are your friends. So if anyone can help me, then it’s here.”
    For the first time since he met her, he stepped closer wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into his warmth. Cradling her head against his chest with one hand, he secured her body with his other arm. Kissing the top of her head, he whispered, “We’re going to find out what happened, Grace. And I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
    She felt his strong heartbeat against her cheek, drawing comfort from it. Leaning her head back, she held his eyes, feeling the power of the intensity of his gaze. He bent slightly, moving forward until his lips were a breath away, then hesitated. She took the step herself and lifted up on her toes, meeting his lips with hers in a barely-there kiss. But one that left them both breathless.
    Giving him a nod, she allowed Blaise to link fingers with her and together they walked back into the living room, where the large gathering awaited anxiously.
    *
    Luke had set up his laptop on the dining room table and, once Grace assured everyone she was ready to find out who she was and did not mind doing it publicly, she settled in a chair next to him with Blaise taking the seat on her other side. The other Saints had their tablets, so they would be able to see the information without hovering. But even so, their women were doing enough hovering for all of them.
    Jack gave Bethany a silent signal to move the women back, but as she was about to do so, Grace spoke up quickly. “No, no, it’s okay. If they want to stay, they can.”
    Luke turned to Grace and said, “I want to let you know how I went about this, okay?” Gaining her nervous nod, he began. “Because the chip in your dog identified her as a TSA dog, I narrowed my search to fingerprints within their employee database. That’s where we got a hit.”
    He pulled up the TSA badge photo of her kneeling next to Gypsy. Grace stared at the picture for a silent moment. That’s me. That’s Gypsy. Grace Marie Kennedy, TSA trainee. So I worked for the TSA? Or wanted to? Knowing no more answers would come from that photograph, she nodded and Luke added more information.
    “Here is your birth certificate and driver’s license,” he said, flashing those on the screen as well.
    I’m twenty-seven years old, she noted.
    “Now,” Luke stumbled, clearing his throat, “this is where it will get more personal. Are you ready?”
    Her eyes moved from Luke’s to Blaise’s, the distress evident on her face. Blaise wrapped his arm around her shoulders giving her a little squeeze. “We’re here for you, Grace.”
    Sucking in a deep breath, she nodded toward Luke again. This time, he said, “I think I found the reason you weren’t reported