As if they belonged there.Danny, now realizing that she was Elizabeth, looked around with new...calculating eyes. She took a deep breath and clenched ...he briefcase in her left hand tighter, amazed that she had two completely different sets of memories. She could remember being Danny as clear as day, but at the same time she could also remember always being Elizabeth Richland.Taking another look down at herself, Elizabeth smiled faintly and adjusted her blouse, not feeling the least bit. "All that's true. I had a good night also. I do want to make Naples today." Let me prepare some breakfast and we can head north." That would be good, Eddie. Why don't you start breakfast and I'll load the car?" Eddie nodded and went outside to walk to the restaurant.I had left the car close the lobby entrance. I went out with one case and opened the trunk. I loaded all four pieces of luggage into the trunk and closed it. It was so quiet that it was eerie. I realized that my mind was trying to. " I told you clearly in the car. You could have asked me there?" She gulps, she hung her head. " Do you want to watch?"
 " Why not?"
 " What?"
 " Let's get over with it," I said, turning towards her. " Open up." She looks at me. I stare back at her expectantly.
 Her fingers moving to the waistband of the robe. She pulls it open slowly, removing the long robe revealing a hour glass body. I lean forward towards her and place my hands on her waist. The placement of my hands and my statement made. Within a week we had moved past not speaking to not even acknowledging each other. My duties did not require me to speak to him, so I didn't. Unfortunately, he and Justin got along fine.The other problem was the client, Sean Richards. As the man with the checkbook, what Mr. Richards wanted, we wanted to get for him. The problem was not a like/dislike, it was communication. We could never figure out what he wanted. Sean was extremely literal. He dealt in facts not ideas. If we brought something.