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“Why would I refuse?”
    “Good answer.” Rekkus nodded. “Now we need to collect your mate.”
    “Not his mate.” Sage, the small blonde, elbowed him. “They’re humans, not shifters.”
    Tucker failed to comprehend the strange terminology, but he understood who they were referring to. He jumped to his feet. “Gwen. Where is she? You’d better not have drugged her.”
    She was so fragile. If their drug had knocked him out, God knew how it had affected her.
    Sage placed her hand on his sleeve. “She’s sleeping. She needs it, so I wanted to wait as long as possible before we disturbed her.”
    Like he would take the word of someone who purposely and unapologetically knocked people out. But he’d evaluate Gwen’s state before he blasted the Wiccan Haus staff for their unethical, not to mention illegal, treatment of guests. He followed the others out of the room, mentally preparing how to evacuate her from the island.
    “Dinner.” Rekkus rapped on the door across the hall, tapping his foot on the floor as he waited. He lifted his fist again. The door opened before he made contact.
    Gwen stood on the other side. She blinked, her reddish-brown hair rumpled. A red line creased one cheek, as if she’d just rolled out of bed.
    “How did you sleep?” Sage asked.
    “Amazing.” She smiled, her eyes lighting up. “Gosh, I feel so refreshed and sharper than I can remember.” She paused, her expression dimming. “Which really isn’t that long.”
    “It’s a step in the right direction,” Sage said. “Grab your shoes, and we’ll all go down to dinner together.”
    “Sure.” Gwen met his gaze, and the last of her happiness vanished. She turned away and slid her feet into a pair of sandals.
    His head cleared enough he could recognize the irony. This place helped her memory, while it dulled his so much he couldn’t remember anything from the moment he’d walked into his room after checking in.
    He wanted to wrap his arm around her waist, but she strolled with Sage to the elevator, leaving him to follow with the big security dude. “Whatever crap was in that bowl, I want it out of my room before I return, or Gwen and I are leaving. Tonight.”
    Instead of murmuring apologies and assuring him it would be gone, Rekkus laughed. “You don’t always get what you want here. But you do get what you need.”
    “What the hell does that mean?” Although furious, Tucker couldn’t help respecting the guy. Whatever dubious morals led the staff to drug their guests, at least they didn’t play the ass-kissing, backstabbing games Darlene used to run Wilde Land Development.
    He entered the dining room, painted dark green on one side and light green on the other, as if the preferred color had gone out of stock halfway through painting the room. Most tables were already filled, but Sage led him and Gwen to an open table for two on the far end of the light-green section.
    As soon as they were seated, she left, and the serving staff set bowls of steaming-hot soup in front of them.
    Gwen stirred her soup and then glanced up. “Can you tell me the story of how we met and fell in love?”
    Tucker dropped his spoon, splashing broth on the tablecloth. The only love he had personal experience with was his connection with plants and the land. Somehow, he doubted she’d find being compared to a dandelion romantic. “Why are you asking?”
    “Well, our story should sound familiar enough to jog something in my memory. Plus, it has to be a good story, right? After all, we’re engaged, so we already got our happy ending.” She offered a tentative smile.
    “Oh, it’s a good story, all right.” But not the sappy one she expected. He reached for her hand, and his fingertips tingled with the contact. He steeled his expression not to give away his physical attraction. As long as she didn’t recall the past, he would treat her platonically, so she wouldn’t feel used or tricked when the truth came out. “When Darlene told you we