Page 117 of Battle with a Billionaire

“Isn’t it a positive thing that her memories are returning, sir?”

Grant let the tumbler clatter across the desk as he sighed. “Not when they’re all of Kyle, and she seeks him out at every turn.”

“Perhaps she is getting the worst ones out of the way, first,” Worthington suggested.

Grant offered his butler an unimpressed glance.

“You think there is another reason.”

Grant tapped a nervous rhythm against the mahogany desk as the morning sun glowed across it. “That’s my fear.”

“What is it?”

Grant pressed his lips together in a thin line as anxiety spun a terrible tale in his mind. “I’m not sure I want to say it out loud.”

“Perhaps facing it will help.”

“I’m afraid they’ve got a growing connection, Worthington. One that will overshadow anything we ever had.”

“Hmm,” Worthington murmured. “And you believe that growing connection will withstand the return of her memories?”

“If she gets them back. And yes…their relationship isn’t bound by any contractual obligation.”

“Perhaps, sir, that is the only reason her memories tend to be of Dr. Carter.”

Grant furrowed his brow. Was his butler suggesting she preferred memories of his son because they were easier to deal with? “What do you mean?”

“I mean, those memories are simple, there is no…pretense.”

Grant leaned back in his chair. “So, their connection is more real. That’s exactly what I don’t want to hear.”

“Not more real, sir. Simply, less complicated. In her current state, her mind may prefer simple things before complex ones.”

“So, she’ll remember me later?”

“It’s often the simplest connections the mind clings to in times of turmoil. Your bond with Mrs. Harrington is more intricate and layered, something she may gravitate toward once her mind seeks deeper connections again.”

Grant let his head drop into his hands. “I really wish she’d do that sooner rather than later. It kills me to see her with him.”

“Even before the amnesia, Mrs. Harrington spent time with Dr. Carter.”

“But we were on the same page, then. She felt sorry for Kyle. She didn’t have this draw to him because he was the only person in the world she remembered.”

“I’d argue she had a connection with Dr. Carter, then, too.”

Grant sighed, tightening his fingers around his glass again and gulping down the last of his bourbon. “Wrong answer, Worthington.”

“You preferred not to see it then. The only reason it is of concern to you now is because that is her only connection.”

Grant furrowed his brow as he snapped his gaze to his butler. “What do you mean, I preferred not to see it?”

“I mean you knew it was there, but you did not dwell on it as you do now.”

“I’m not dwelling.”

“You are, sir. Because it is the only thing she sees right now.”

Grant rolled his eyes at his butler. “So, I’m dwelling. Okay, fine. Still doesn’t make it any easier.”

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