This woman. Staring at him. Anger and fear in her eyes.

Where was he? This was not one of the hospitals where he had found himself time and again over the long bloody

years. He was in bed with ivory silk and lace dripping at all four corners. A woman's bed.

Dave. For some reason, that name had significance Even though he knew it wasn't his name.

Think.

He had to slice through the pain fogging his thoughts.

He had a mission. He was certain of it. He had just misplaced the details.

The redhead moved closer. She paused beside him. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. A...