“I’m glad you have amnesia,” she cooed against his ear.
“Why, for God’s sake?”
She snuggled the curling warmth of her body against him and chuckled. “Because of this. You used to kiss me, but that was all. I wanted more, but not you.”
He blinked at the ceiling at her words. She’d tricked him! It was a nice trick, but still she’d cheated. All the time he’d figured that she was some sort of mistress, or something - obviously that’s what she had wanted, but in his other life he’d never given her a tumble. It was funny, in a way.
“You mean ... we never...”
“Nope.” She chuckled again. “Aren’t I a rat?”
“Vixen, is more like it.”
“That’s a good word. I like it. Janet Vixen
. How would you like to kiss Janet Vixen, Nick Danson?”
“Suppose I get another knock on the head,” he suggested, “and I lose the memory of all this, [p90] too? Then what?”