“I need to cancel my credit cards. My bankcard. God, he’s probably already emptied all my accounts. My driver’s license was in it. How am I supposed to get back home? I can’t fly without identification.”

The more she spoke, the more agitated she became. He slid onto the couch beside her and awkwardly put his arms around her.

“There’s no need to panic. Do you have the telephone numbers you need?”

She shook her head and then laid it on his shoulder, her hair brushing across his nose.

“I can look them up on the internet if you have a computer.”

He snorted. “Do I have a computer…I’m never without an internet connection of any kind.”

She lifted her head and stared into his eyes. “You were when you were on the island.”

His brow crinkled. “That’s impossible. I wouldn’t have just dropped off the map like that. I have a business to run.”

“Oh, you kept in touch,” she said. “But you often made your calls or answered emails in the morning or late at night. During the day you left your BlackBerry at my house while we explored the island.”

He sighed. “See this is why I have such a hard time with the story you tell. I would never do something like that. It isn’t me.”

Her lips turned down in a frown and she leaned away from him.

To cover the sudden awkwardness, he stood and went to his briefcase to pull out his laptop. He stood for a long moment with his back to her just so he could compose himself and keep from turning and apologizing. He didn’t want to hurt her, damn it. But one of them was crazy, and he didn’t want it to be him.

He finally went back to the couch, opened the laptop and set it on a cushion next to her.

“If you have any problems canceling your cards or ordering new ones, let me know. I’ve typed up my address so you can have them overnighted here.”

“And my license?” she asked in a tight, frustrated voice. “How am I going to get home?” She dragged her fingers through her hair, which only drew attention to the dark bruise marring her creamy skin.

“I’ll get you home, Bryony. I don’t want you to worry. Can you call your grandmother to fax a copy of your birth certificate? It’s my understanding you can fly with the birth certificate but you’ll be subjected to closer scrutiny by security.”

“Couldn’t we take your jet? Oh, I guess…Sorry.” She broke off, seemingly embarrassed at her slip.

“I have more than one,” he said dryly.

She continued to stare at him. “Then why aren’t we taking it? Wouldn’t it be easier to fly without identification if we were on a private jet?”