“And when you forget who you are,” he went on, tracing her lips with his damp fingers, “I’ll tell you about all our adventures together. That you are my wife, and the woman I adore. And when you forget who I am”—he grinned—“I’ll tell you my name is Theo Swanson, a reformed jewel thief from Essex. Or Hunter Atkinson the third, the youngest of four sons to a disgraced earl from some obscure town in the midlands. I haven’t decided which.”
