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come back to me,” he murmured, grabbing hold of her cool, dry hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You must, Amber. Your life is not finished yet. You have a lot of living to do. We have a lot of living to do. Don’t give up on me now.”
    Not a word, not a sound came out of her in answer. She just lay there, cold and quiet and still.
    Vince bent his head and wept.

Chapter Five
    There was a brief time when Amber wanted nothing to do with men or relationships or even dating. After casually dating plenty of gorgeous—and emotionally unavailable—men she’d met while working, she finally swore no more. She’d been too busy working. Working, working, working. Traveling all over the world, trying to make it, trying to be somebody, and she had so desperately wanted someone to sit up and take notice of her. A fashion editor, a photographer, a makeup artist, a publisher—she wanted to be a muse like the modeling greats of the nineties. Those girls had it all. Style and covers and media attention and the most gorgeous men fighting over them, whereas models nowadays weren’t as much of a celebrity as they were then.
    She’d wanted all of that and more. It’s why she gave up dating and decided she needed to focus on her career. In a short time, she drew serious notice. Gathered important contracts, was hired for top tier shoots. And then she met Vincenzo Renaldi.
    It felt like a dream, her memories of that first meeting. All golden light and perfection, as if the clouds had parted and a direct beam of sunlight had shone upon Vince at a particular moment in time, helping her notice him standing there in a crowd at an industry party. Just another one like usual, she’d been to what felt like hundreds of them but that one, that night had been different.
    Vince had stood there in the center of the crowd, drink clutched in his hand, a sensual curve to his full lips. He’d been so handsome, so dark and sexy. His magnetism had drawn her to him without a word. She’d simply walked up to him and stopped, holding out her hand like they were business associates introducing themselves to each other.
    “I’m Amber,” she’d said and his smile had grown, slow and sure and making her entire body quake with need.
    “Vince,” he’d said, taking her hand and not shaking it at all. No, he’d brought it to his lips and pressed the lightest, sweetest kiss to her knuckles. A simple kiss she’d felt all the way down to her core.
    Stupid. Exhilarating. Exciting.
    “Have we met before?” she’d asked, squinting at him. That could be the only answer she had for the undeniable pull she felt toward him.
    “I would remember.” He hadn’t let go of her hand. In fact, he’d pulled her in like a fish on a hook, until she was so close to him, his mouth was at her ear. She felt his lips brush her skin as he spoke and she shivered. “And don’t you think you would remember me?”
    His confidence had been her weakness. Yes, she would’ve remembered. And no, she knew she’d never met him before, but what else could she say? Her body felt like it was on fire just being in his presence. Her panties had grown wet when his lips were on her skin. She wanted more. She’d wanted him.
    So she had him. That very night. Loud, passionate sex at his hotel room, his hard, sweaty body above hers as he pushed himself inside her again and again and again.
    They hadn’t been apart. No, they were in the honeymoon stage. She had the most gorgeous, most loving, smartest husband in the whole wide world, and she couldn’t wait to see him.
    So where was he?

Chapter Six
    Her head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton balls. Everything fuzzy and muffled, as if she was conscious but not…quite…yet.
    She’d had the strangest dream. No, not quite a dream—it had felt so real. Like she’d gone back to when she and Vince first met. What a wonderful time that had been. She’d felt young and carefree and so madly, desperately in love.
    Now she felt