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“You,” she breathed out.

“What about me?”

“You…you had something to do with my kidnapping. You wouldn’t let me go.”

He held a hand out as he tensed. “Julia, easy, I can explain.”

“No!” she shouted, panic forcing her back a step.

“Julia, please, this isn’t what you think.”

She wagged a finger at him as she backed away. “Stay away from me.”

His features took on a pained look as he desperately pleaded with her. “You have to listen. Just sit down, and I’ll explain all of this.”

“No,” she said with a shake of her head. “No.”

She twisted to flee, wanting out of that apartment as quickly as she could manage.

He grabbed her arm before she could get away, sending another jolt of panic through her. “Wait, Julia.”

“Let go of me!” she cried as she tugged against him.

With one yank, she managed to free her arm but lost her balance. She tumbled backward, losing her balance and slamming forehead first into the corner of the sofa table. Pain bloomed as stars floated in front of her. As the world turned black, she felt herself falling.

CHAPTER 25

GRANT

Grant sank into his desk chair, the tightness refusing to leave his chest after the tense conversation with Kyle and Julia. He couldn’t believe she’d suggested moving out.

It shredded his heart in an entirely new way. He knew she couldn’t remember him, but her desire to get that far away jarred him.

He’d talked her out of it, at least he thought so. He would check on her shortly, whether she liked it or not. He didn’t want her to disappear on him again.

Worthington slipped inside, approaching the desk with clasped hands. “Is there anything I can get for you, sir? Perhaps a late breakfast or some coffee?”

“I’d rather a bourbon.”

“At this hour, sir?”

“After all this day has brought, yes. Despite the early hour, I’d prefer something more soothing than coffee.”

Worthington offered him a half-smile as he crossed to the drink cart and poured a bourbon. “Mrs. Harrington is home, though, and settled.”

“She’s home,” Grant said as he accepted the glass, raising it at the man in thanks before he took a sip.

“But not settled?” Worthington asked.

“I hope she is. But I don’t know. This memory loss isn’t getting any better. It seems to be getting worse.”

“Has she lost some of the memories she regained?”

“No, she’d actually remembered more. For better or worse.”

Worthington raised his eyebrows, prompting him to continue.

“She went to Kyle’s last night because she remembered being there. She recalled the whole thing from sleeping on his couch after a bet that she couldn’t stay awake for five minutes, a call from her sister, everything.”

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