Page 70 of Battle with a Billionaire

Sierra’s eyes went wide. “Seriously, Julia? It’s our house where we live.”

“Sierra, easy, she doesn’t remember,” Grant said.

“Well, newsflash, Harrington is also your last name. Not Stanton, okay? You are Julia Harrington.”

“Right,” she said with a nod. “How long?”

“What?” the woman asked.

“For how long have I been Julia Harrington?”

“A little over a year,” Grant answered.

She fluttered her eyelashes at the words, disbelief coursing through her. They were still newlyweds, practically. How gut-wrenching for her new family.

“Julia, do you remember anything about your life?” Grant asked. “Maybe it would help if we knew what you knew.”

She flicked her eyes, her eyes involuntarily landing on Kyle. With a shrug, she shook her head. “I don’t know, though. I don’t know what I don’t know. I could have other family or a job or dog, and I wouldn’t know it.”

“You remembered your last name was Stanton. That’s your maiden name. Do you remember anything else from before we were married?”

She searched her mind, her eyebrows pinching together. “No? Wait, yes. What do I do for a living?”

“You’re the CEO of Harrington Global,” Sierra answered.

Julia’s eyes widened at the title. “Okay, no, I had that wrong.”

“What did you think you did?” Grant asked.

“I thought I was a writer.”

“Yes, yes,” he said with a smile. “You were. You are. Well, you haven’t had much time lately. But, yes, when we first met, you were a writer. Sierra is your publisher. That’s how we met.”

A soft smile played on her lips as she remembered something. Maybe her memory would come back.

“Not really,” Kyle said. “Maybe we ought to table this discussion until she’s home.”

Grant’s jaw flexed, and his nostrils flared in irritation. “I think we ought to discuss whatever Julia feels up to discuss. I think it’s natural that she’d like some answers.”

“Then perhaps we ought to revisit our discussion from earlier about some of the information she needs to know,” Kyle answered with an equally tense jaw.

Julia flicked her gaze back and forth between the two men. The tension between them was obvious. “Uh, I don’t need to know. We could just drop it.”

“It’s okay, Julia,” Grant said with a pat on her hand. “You’re allowed to be curious about your life.”

“She’s also entitled to the right answers about it,” Kyle responded.

Julia’s eyes bounced back and forth between them. Their eyes were nearly identical, not to mention the chiseled jawlines. “Are you…father and son?”

“Yes,” he said, the smile returning to his features. “Yes, Julia, we are. You remembered.”

“Oh, uh, no. The resemblance is obvious though.”

“That’s the only thing we have in common,” Kyle answered. “Outside of that, we are nothing alike.”

The biting statement removed any trace of a smile from her face and Grant’s. It seemed nothing she said was right.

“That wasn’t really called for,” Grant answered.

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