Remember Love: Saints Protection & Investigations by Maryann Jordan Page B

completed the training classes with her dog but had only been recently hired with TSA. She was still in their trainee initiation but had not become a full-fledged employee yet.”
    “Why the hell would no one report a missing woman and the dog?” Blaise groused. “She deserves so much more than this!”
    The other Saints grinned at each other, recognizing Blaise’s concern morphing into deeper feelings.
    “We’re gonna find out,” Jack assured. “Monty, get with Mitch and let him know what we’re onto. This may just be a case of a woman having an accident, who was not close to anyone to alarm them…or this could be something more. I don’t want our speculations to get to her until we have more intel.”
    “Agreed,” Blaise said. “She said she has fear and nightmares anyway. I’m going to take her home and have her sleep in a real bed for the first time in almost a month.”
    Just then, the women reappeared, Grace following Bethany, clutching a small overnight bag. Smiling as her dark eyes landed on Blaise, she said, “I’ve got what I need until I can get into my place.”
    Not embarrassed to pull her into a public embrace, he held her tightly, eyeing the other women over the top of Grace’s head. Thank you , he mouthed, realizing once more that not only were his co-workers good friends, but their women were just as amazing. Looking down at the beauty he escorted out of the house, the thought slammed into him… she’ll fit right in.
    As soon as that crossed his mind, he stumbled. What will we find? Someone who wished her harm? Catching himself, as he settled her inside his jeep and headed back down the Saint’s drive, he vowed to keep her safe…and with him for as long as she would have him.

Chapter 9
    A rriving back at his house after picking up drive-thru hamburgers, Blaise once more glanced to his right, Grace’s quiet demeanor giving him concern. Grace. He liked the way the name rolled around in his mind. Grace and Gypsy. The names sounded right.
    Parking, he said, “Let’s go on in. We can check on Gypsy, eat, and then I’ll take care of the animals while you can get ready for bed.”
    At the mention of the word bed , Grace perked up, a smile lighting her face. “I’m embarrassed to admit that I can’t wait to sleep tonight on a real bed.”
    “Why would you be embarrassed?”
    Twisting to face him, she replied, “Because you’ve done so much for me. I’m a complete stranger and yet you’ve offered me the safety and protection of your home. And…I’ve got nothing to offer in return.”
    “Just your company,” he answered. “I’ve never really thought about how lonely it can be sometimes out here with just the animals. So you, here with me, gives me someone to talk to.”
    Laughing, they entered his house, the cacophony of animal sounds greeting them. “I’ll go check on Gypsy. Why don’t you take care of your animals before we eat. I hate to eat first when they’re hungry.”
    Blaise nodded, knowing she was right. A woman after my own heart. Heading out to feed the dogs in the kennels, he tried to guard his heart. Watch your step…she may be gone out of your life very soon. But now that she had been in his house, it was hard to image her not staying.
    Grace’s thoughts were a tangle as she knelt by Gypsy’s bed in the back room. The faithful dog’s tail wagged and she stood licking her owner. “So we now know that I’m Grace,” she said, earning a bark from Gypsy. “Oh my God. You recognize my name! Grace!”
    The dog barked again and Grace felt lighter than she could recall since the accident. She still did not remember anything, but realizing Gypsy was confirming her name, brought tears to her eyes.
    A few minutes later, Blaise came back into the room and found Grace petting Gypsy, tears running down her face even as a smile played on her lips.
    “Grace? Are you okay?” he asked, hustling over to her.
    Gypsy barked again.
    “See?” Grace laughed. “When she