Page 88 of Battle with a Billionaire

The words seemed to cause Grant to tense, but perhaps just because he and Kyle didn’t get along. “There’s nothing going on between you. Kyle is…I don’t know. You have more patience with him than I do.”

Julia sighed at the words. “So, I’m not closer to knowing anything.”

“Sorry,” Grant said. “I wish I could be of more help.”

“If there was some explanation for why I have that memory, or some expectation of when more would return I’d feel a lot better.”

“So would I,” Grant answered with a pat of her hand. “I hate that you’re going through this.”

She smiled at him, understanding his frustration. “Yeah, I’m sure you’d like to find out whatever I knew or thought I knew about these people who have been creating all this chaos.”

His forehead creased. “No, Julia. Well, yes, but that’s not the only reason. I hate to see you suffering like this.”

Sierra’s words echoed in her mind again. She wasn’t just another employee. Maybe they’d become friends. “Well, hopefully I’ll remember soon.”

“I really hope so. But for now, I think you should rest.”

“Right. Probably.” She slumped back in the pillows with a frustrated sigh. If it was up to her, she’d rather dig and dig and dig until she fixed something.

“Definitely. This is extremely stressful, especially in this family.”

She offered him a slight smile.

“Are you going to try to sleep?”

“Uhh…” she said.

“I’m serious, Julia. I don’t want to have to lock the door to your office.”

“I won’t troll the internet for any more stories.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “But you’ll sit here and obsess over what you don’t know.”

Probably, she thought. He seemed to know her pretty well.

“Am I right?”

She lifted a shoulder in response. “I can’t help it.”

“Alright.I’m going to do what I did when you had your concussion.” He rose and circled around the bed before he kicked his shoes off and flopped back in the pillows next to her. “I’m going to watch you to make sure you actually rest.”

She stared at him, wondering if this was true or not as he grabbed the remote and aimed it at the television across the room.

“And no, you can’t pick the movie because you’re terrible at picking movies.”

“I feel like that isn’t true, but I won’t fight you on it because I have no idea what movies I like.” She settled back into her pillows as he selected something that looked like it might hold her attention. As the intro played, her eyes slid sideways to a phone on her nightstand.

“Is this my phone?”

“Yep,” he answered, his features pinching for a second as she grabbed it. “Maybe you shouldn’t–“

She swiped into it before he could finish his statement. Notifications filled the screen including a missed call from him, several other missed calls, and loads of texts. She wondered if she could glean any information from her texts about her life. “Who is Alicia?”

“Your sister.”

“Oh.” Her stomach dropped as she stared at the missed calls and messages. “She’s called a lot and texted. I guess I should answer her.”

“Oh, uh, she doesn’t know you’re married.”

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