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what?” Seth asked, voice huskier than it had been minutes before.
    Her throat felt suddenly dry, but she forced it to work. “It’s like we have a…a connection. Already.”
    Seth’s chest expanded rapidly with a breath, but his voice had returned to normal. “As much as I’d like to have had a ‘connection’ with you, I’m afraid this is just garden variety attraction.”
    This was a mere attraction? “Do you often have attractions like this?”
    He hesitated then cleared his throat before replying. “No.”
    â€œAnd yet,” she said, collecting her jumbled thoughts, settling her racing pulse, “you called this a garden variety one.”
    His hands on the wheel clenched and released before he nodded curtly. “I stand corrected. We seem to have quite a strong attraction.” He signaled before overtaking an RV. “But that’s all it is. I give you my word we never met before that day in the hospital.”
    â€œI believe you,” she said, barely above a whisper. And she did. She may not know much about him, but he had a core of honor. If he said they hadn’t met, they hadn’t.
    But she couldn’t become involved with someone when her mind was such a scramble. She clasped her hands on her lap. “Since we’re talking about this, I have to tell you that it’s…problematic for me.”
    â€œYou find your attraction to me problematic? ” His lips quirked up at their ends.
    She opened her mouth to reply when she realized he was teasing her. She blinked. Seth Kentrell was capable of teasing? Based on their earlier interactions, she wouldn’t have guessed it possible. For some reason, it made a bubble of joy form in her chest.
    â€œI’m sorry, did you have plans for us to form a relationship?” she asked, deadpan, teasing him back.
    His smile was brief before he frowned. “The idea of a relationship between us would be as problematic for me as for you. More so. I just need my hotel back, April.”
    She flinched inwardly. It was what she wanted to hear; but still, the brush-off hurt a little. She should be grateful they were on the same page. Should be. And she would be.
    She straightened her spine as much as she could in the car seat. “So, no acting on this. Agreed?”
    He met her eyes for the briefest of moments before returning them to the road ahead. “Agreed.”
    But as she sneaked a look at him, she wondered if he was able to shut off a response as easily as he implied. She wasn’t so sure she had that level of self-discipline—to repress an attraction she felt so keenly. But she would. From this moment.
    They talked for the rest of the trip to Queensport about less loaded topics than Seth’s family, her lack of memory or their attraction.
    When Seth pulled up in the paved area at the front of the Lighthouse Hotel’s entrance, April looked around in wonder. It was beautiful—historic and grand. Three stories high in most places, with large windows and gables adorning the front. At one end was the tall lighthouse, built of the same large pieces of roughly hewn stone as the mainbuilding. It looked over the paved area where they stood, across a grassy, ten-foot-high cliff out to the sea.
    A porter came to take their bags, then a valet took Seth’s car. April gazed out at the water’s wind-whipped surface and breathed in the salty air. A small part of the tension in her shoulders lifted—tension she’d been carrying since she’d woken to see Seth and her mother in her hospital room. And she started to believe there really might be answers here for her.
    She turned back at the sound of voices and saw Seth holding his hand out to a tall, lean man with closely cropped silver hair and intelligent eyes. “April, this is Oscar Wainwright, the manager of the Lighthouse Hotel. Oscar, I’m sure someone as famous as April Fairchild needs no