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Jake gave her a hard look as he stood up, the wad of cash in his hand. “How do you know it’s your money?”

“Well, it was in my jacket, wasn’t it?” She took the money from Jake and stuffed it into the back pocket making sure the zipper was closed this time. “Are you ready?”

“More than ready,” he replied.

“As soon as you leave this hospital, you’re both going to be a target,” Dylan said. “Are you sure you don’t want me to follow you two down to LA, Jake?”

“I’d rather you follow up the lead with that woman who thinks Sarah looks familiar. There’s a reason Sarah was in this area, and I can’t discount the fact that maybe she was looking for some family or a friend or a place to hide,” Jake said.

“I agree, but I’m still worried about you,” Dylan said.

Sarah hated the way they were talking over her, but since she had nothing to add to the conversation she kept her mouth shut. She was relieved that they would be splitting up from Dylan. Dealing with Jake was hard enough; she didn’t need his antagonistic brother around. Once Dylan had left the room, she let out a breath of relief.

Jake frowned. “I’m not going to go any easier on you than Dylan would,” he warned.

“I didn’t ask you to. But I’m not going to keep defending myself. Now you can drive me to the scene of the accident, or I’ll call a cab. Your choice.”

“Well, you do have all that cash,” he said with a touch of sarcasm.

“I’m sure I have a good reason for having that money,” she said, but despite her brave words, she wasn’t sure at all

* * *

After checking out with the nurse, who didn’t look at all happy that Sarah was leaving without an official discharge from the doctor, Sarah and Jake walked into the hospital lot, where Jake had parked his sporty, dark gray Jeep Cherokee. As he opened the car door for her, Sarah glanced over her shoulder, her gaze darting nervously around the parking lot. She felt as if someone were watching them, but she couldn’t see anyone. Still, the hairs on the back of her neck were standing up, telling her to be careful. She had only her instincts to rely on, and her gut told her that whoever had tried to kill her wasn’t far away.

“What’s wrong?” Jake asked, following her gaze.

“I don’t know—something,” she murmured.

Jake took off his leather jacket and tossed it on the backseat, then got behind the wheel. Once he was inside, Sarah flipped the lock button on the car. As soon as she’d done it a flash of uncertainty assailed her. Was she locking the danger out or locking it in?

For the first time since she’d woken up in the hospital, she was alone with a man, away from any other help whatsoever. There was no nurse nearby to come to her rescue, no security guard keeping an eye on her. Jake had told her not to trust anyone— but what about him? Could she trust him?

She cast Jake a quick glance as he started the car. She was suddenly acutely aware of everything about him, his broad shoulders, his strong arms, his long fingers gripping the steering wheel. Jake had a definite rough-around-the-edges appeal. Something stirred within her, a flutter through her abdomen, a tingle down her spine, a jolt of desire that shocked her. As her gaze drifted to his hands she could almost feel his fingers stroking her skin, running through her hair, touching her in intimate, arousing ways.

“What?” Jake suddenly demanded, his voice breaking through her reverie. “What are you remembering?”

Startled, she lifted her gaze to his, feeling a rush of warmth spread across her face. As Jake stared back at her his eyes darkened, and a flash of desire sparked and took hold. She shivered at the look in his eyes. He hated her, but he wanted her, and that made him hate her even more.

“Dammit, Sarah,” he repeated. “What are you trying to do?”

She put her fingers to her lips. “I . . . you . . . you touched me,” she said softly. “Kissed me.”

“About a million times,” he said huskily, his eyes narrowing on her face. “You’re starting to remember us together?”

She knew he wanted her to say yes, but it wasn