Page 86 of Battle with a Billionaire

He tried to think of what she would say to him in this instance. “That’s okay, Julia. We don’t have to fix this in one day.”

“You would think something in that entire list of things would have stuck in my mind. But nothing. Not a single thing.”

“Probably for the best,” Kyle said.

Grant shot him an annoyed glance over his shoulder.

“I’d really rather remember,” Julia answered. He could have kissed her for that alone.

Kyle heaved a sigh. “But you don’t. And you shouldn’t be forcing yourself to remember, Julia. You could do more harm than good. When I ran into you, you were panicked. Not abnormal for someone suffering from amnesia, but not healthy either.”

She flicked her gaze between the two of them again, the tension in her muscles seeming to ease. She offered a curt nod before she swallowed hard and sucked in a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Okay, you don’t need to race out of here?” Grant asked, a hopeful tone to his voice.

The corners of her lips curled just slightly. “I don’t need to run out of here, no.”

“Are you sure, Julia? If you need some distance–“

“She doesn’t. She just said that. I’m taking her upstairs. And no computers,” Grant chided as he wrapped an arm around her and led her up the stairs. “Honestly, Julia, if someone doesn’t watch you like a hawk, you get yourself into all sorts of trouble.”

“No, I don’t,” she claimed.

“Pretty bold claim coming from a woman who doesn’t remember anything.”

“That’s not funny,” she answered, though the amused smile she gave him said otherwise.

“It’s true. You had a concussion once. And I caught you trying to work five minutes after you’d gone to bed.”

“Well, at least I haven’t forgotten that part of myself.”

He rubbed her shoulder as he led her into her bedroom. “You’ll remember, Julia. But you don’t need to do it right this minute.”

“But this is frustrating,” she exclaimed as she climbed into her bed.

“I can imagine it is, yes. If there’s anything I can do to help you…if there are any questions I can answer, I’m happy to do that.” He wanted to climb in next to her and spend the afternoon with her like he did when she’d had the concussion, but he worried about overwhelming her or confusing her.

Her face fell, her features pinching again. Something was upsetting her, but he didn’t know what. Was it just the lost memories or was there something else? Did she really not want to be here?

He eased onto the edge of the bed and took her hands in his. “Julia, what is it? Something is bothering you.”

“You mean outside of the life I can’t remember?”

“Yes, I mean outside of that. I want to help. Just tell me how.”

“I can’t,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

“Why not?”

She studied him for a moment, her fingers tightening around his. “I have one memory. One. And I shouldn’t have it. Why do I have it?”

“You remembered something?” His heart lifted, though it was tempered by her odd statement that she shouldn’t have the memory.

“No. Well, yes, but it’s not new. I didn’t–I’ve remembered it since the hospital.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“Uh,” she stammered as she studied him again.

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