Page 89 of Battle with a Billionaire

Julia snapped her gaze to him, wondering why she’d made that decision.

“You never told her.”

“Why?”

“Uhh, I’m not entirely certain, but I think you didn’t want to explain the scenario to her.”

“Right, okay, well, I’ll do my best to answer her before she…” Julia read the latest message from her sister aloud. “Sends the army and national guard to find me.”

“Tell her you dropped your phone, broke it, and had to wait for a new one.”

“Oh, good idea. That explains that without her panicking over my accident.”

“Right,” Grant said as she typed back a message trying to explain her extended absence to a sister she didn’t remember.

A second later, her phone chimed, and she read the response. This is why you shouldn’t have moved away. I was calling hospitals about you.

She answered with an apology and a placation before she settled in to watch the movie. As the images rolled past on the screen, her mind wandered to the mess of her life. She’d forgotten her sister. Not even that part of her life had remained intact. Why did she remember a kiss from one man she’d just met when she couldn’t even recall her sister?

It wasn’t like the only part of her life she couldn’t remember was the part with Grant. And yet one strange memory floated around in the blackness of her brain. She had to find answers soon.

Her fingers drummed the covers as she tried to stop herself from using her phone to research amnesia. She slid her eyes sideways to Grant. Would he notice? She could pretend to be texting her sister.

She casually lifted the phone from the charger and toggled it on. She typed in a search for amnesia and perused a few websites, finding only frustration instead of answers.

As she clicked on a medical site to read the treatment options, Grant glanced at her, craning his neck to glance at her screen. “Are you seriously researching amnesia?”

She tugged the phone closer to her chest. “I’m texting my sister.”

“On WebMD?” he asked. “I thought she was a cop, not a doctor.”

She heaved a sigh as she clicked off the display. “It’s not helping anyway. There are no treatments for amnesia.”

He tugged the phone from her hands. “Then you don’t need to do any more research.”

She reached for it, but he held it firmly.

“What do you need it for?”

“Seriously? It’s my phone.”

“And I am not letting you drive yourself crazy.”

“Too late,” Julia answered. “I was going to read through some texts to see if anything sparks a memory.”

“Stop, Julia. You can’t research this problem away.”

She slouched against her pillows, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and unanswered questions. Each piece of information seemed like a puzzle piece from a different box, impossible to fit together into a coherent picture. “And it may never resolve.”

“Let’s hope it does.”

“I don’t like to leave things to chance.”

“I know. And I’m sorry, but this time…we’re just going to have to wait this out.”

She drummed her fingers against her thigh. “Maybe we could work on whatever I was working on before the accident.”

“We are not working on anything. You need to rest. You need to relax.”

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