“Are you upset to find that I’m alive?” Luke asked.

“Of course not! It’s good that you survived the explosion. It’s just...”

“Just what?” he prompted.

She shifted in her seat and met his gaze head-on. “I don’t know you anymore. Which must sound selfish of me. I’m sorry, truly I am. I know that you have lost your memories. I can’t even imagine how that must feel.”

“It’s disconcerting, that’s for sure. It’s also painful to know that I’ve been a father for four years and have missed it.”

“I understand that.” Her voice was soft. “I’m just not certain how to proceed. You’re a stranger to me. And my life has finally gotten to a point where I feel like I’m moving forward. Or it was.”

What had changed that more—knowing he was alive or knowing that Steve was out to get her? Steve. What were they doing sitting in a car when that man was still out there, waiting for the opportunity to attack again?

“We need to get inside. We’re vulnerable here.”