Page 103 of Battle with a Billionaire

She rubbed a hand over the bedding covering her before she twisted to search for the door. Her eyes caught sight of a note propped up against a glass of water.

Good morning. I found you asleep on the couch, and you looked so peaceful, I hated to disturb you. But I thought you might get better rest in the bed. I’m on the couch if you need anything. Kyle

She grabbed the note, trying to orient herself. She must still be at Kyle’s in his bedroom. She hadn’t even awoken when he’d moved her. She wasn’t usually that light of a sleeper.

She shoved back the covers and slid her feet to the floor. The scent of food cooking wafted her way as she reached the partially closed door and slipped into the living room.

Kyle stood at the stove, scrambling eggs. She padded her way across the living room as he twisted to face her.

“Hey, you,” he said with a smile. “How’d you sleep?”

“Like the dead, apparently. I can’t believe I didn’t wake up when you moved me.”

He grinned at her as he slid the eggs onto a plate and set it on the counter for her. “I was very careful not to wake you. Though I assume with everything you’ve been through, you probably really needed that sleep.”

She sucked in a breath as he leaned against the counter with his own plate. “I thought I slept well enough the night before last. I couldn’t even stay awake during the movie Grant picked.”

The mention of his father’s name caused his jaw to flex as annoyance clouded his eyes. “Of course, he’d pick the movie when you’re the one trying to relax.”

She shifted in her seat, not wanting to get into his personal feelings about Grant when she had limited information to work with on her end.

“Sorry. I don’t want to turn this into a conversation about my father again. I mean, if you want my take, I’m happy to give it to you, but I’m sure we can find better topics of conversation.”

“Such as? My mind’s pretty blank these days.”

He smiled at her, and she returned the gesture. “How about how you got in here? Not that I’m complaining, but it was a surprise to find you on my couch.”

He poured her a glass of orange juice, and she sipped it before she answered. “I had a memory.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Really? Another one? Of my key code?”

She nodded. “Well, a little more than your key code, but yes, that was part of it.”

“You remembered sleeping here while Grant was in the hospital.”

She paused, pushing her eggs around on her plate. “So, Grant was in the hospital?”

“You didn’t remember that part,” he said.

She shook her head. “No. Just being here and falling asleep. And waking up. And you telling me I need to rethink my choices in life.”

Kyle tugged his lips back into a wince. “Yes, sorry about that. But your answers left something to be desired.”

She blew out a breath as she dropped her fork on her plate. “Everything’s even more complicated now.”

He took her hand and tugged it closer to him. “It doesn’t have to be.”

She flicked her gaze to meet his. She couldn’t deny the connection she felt to him, but in a sea of nothingness, she had no comparison to any connections she felt to anyone else. Did they truly have a connection or was she only clinging to the one tether she had to her memories? “Kyle…”

He pressed his lips together as he squeezed her hand. “You don’t have to answer now. I’m not trying to pressure you. I know how difficult this must be for you. I’m just reminding you how I feel about you and that I’m here for you.”

She sucked in a breath, emotions threatening to overpower her again.

“Let’s change the subject. I don’t want you upset.”

“Thanks,” she said softly.

“Although, to be fair,” he said with a coy smile as he grabbed their plates, “I think it’s pretty telling your only memories are of me.”

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