Where There's Smoke.... Barbara McCauley

other brother’s twin, but they were obviously too different in appearance to be identical. Though his clothes were casual—black slacks and a white polo shirt—he had an air of old money about him.

      “Hey, Em.” His tone was easy, but there was concern in his steady gaze. “How’s the head?”

      It was starting to throb again. “It’s all right.”

      “Do you know who I am?” he asked carefully.

      “You’re my brother. Daniel.” Emily studied the handsome man’s face, recognized the similarities between him and her father, then looked at the woman who was sitting on the side of her bed. With her hair and eyes, she looked more like their mother. “And you’re Claudia. My sister.”

      Smiling brightly, Claudia gave Emily a gentle hug, then shot her brother a look. “I told you she’d know who we are.”

      “Of course she knows who we are. Mom told her we were coming. The question is—” Daniel lifted a brow “—does she remember us?”

      “Well, of course she does, silly. How can she not remember her own brother and—” Claudia went still, then narrowed her eyes. “Omigod, you don’t remember who we are, do you?”

      Desperately Emily wanted to be back on that beach with Shane. Away from all the questions and the stares. “I—I’m sorry. I’m sure it’s just temporary.”

      “Of course it’s temporary.” Claudia squeezed Emily’s hand. “We’re just so relieved you’re all right, that the firemen were able to get you out in time.”

      “Shane found me.” Emily glanced over to where he’d been standing only a few moments ago.

      He wasn’t there.

      “Who?” Claudia looked over her shoulder.

      “Shane. The fireman who carried me out of the building.”

      “Where is he?” Daniel asked. “I’d like to thank him for saving my baby sister.”

      Clutching the red rose he’d given her, Emily stared at the open doorway. “He’s gone.”