Once again, Brandon's plan had backfired spectacularly. Since he had been unable to make her come home with her, he had envisioned a romantic evening with Lyse, a chance to rekindle their "relationship" under the convenient guise of caring for her post-hospital discharge.
He'd imagined soft lighting, gentle conversation, and ultimately, a shared bed. He'd believed that her memory loss would make her pliable, easily swayed by his carefully crafted narrative.
But Lyse, even with her fragmented memories, possessed a strong sense of self. When he suggested he stay the night to "keep an eye on her," a look of firm resolve crossed her face.
"Thank you, Brandon," she said politely, but with a clear undertone of finality. "But will be fine. I'd prefer to be alone tonight."
"Baby, don't be like that. You need me to take care of you." He leaned closely to her and his voice dropped suggestively. "I've missed you, don't you want to cuddle?"
