Page 90 of Battle with a Billionaire

Julia heaved a sigh, her lips tugging into a pout as she stared at the television.

“Don’t pout. This is the best thing for you.”

As the movie droned on, she allowed her mind to relax, eventually slipping off to sleep as the exhaustion overcame her from the stress.

When her eyes fluttered open again, Grant grinned at her. “I’m beginning to think you don’t like my taste in movies.”

“Sorry,” she said as she started to sit up.

“No, it’s fine. Go back to sleep,” he whispered.

She sucked in a breath as she settled back into the pillows and drifted off again. When she woke again, the mid-morning sun shone through the blinds. She must have slept through the entire night without moving.

She stretched, working out her achy joints, and she rolled over to find a note on the nightstand. If you want your phone, I’ll be in my office.

Julia heaved a sigh as she pulled herself from her bed, dressed for the day, then wandered downstairs.

“Mrs. Harrington, how are you feeling today?” Worthington asked. “May I bring breakfast to your room?”

“I’m really not very hungry–”

“Yes, she will eat her breakfast,” Grant said as he leaned against the doorway to his office and waved her phone in the air.

“I will bring it up at once, Mrs. Harrington.”

She glanced over her shoulder at him as he left, the sound of each measured footstep echoing off the grand hall’s marble floors, a subtle reminder of the opulence that surrounded her yet felt so distant and impersonal. “Is he always like that?”

“Yes. He likes you very much,” Grant said, sliding her phone between his hands.

She reached for it when he pulled it back. “Only if you promise not to drive yourself crazy.”

“I promise,” she said. “I’ll just stop Alison…no, wait, Alicia, from sending the National Guard.”

He grinned at her as he handed the device back. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. Still a blank slate, but not exhausted, not overwhelmed.”

“That’s good.”

“Are you…” She paused, not knowing what to ask him. What was happening with his Senate campaign? Or his company? Or was she expected to try to re-learn her role there?

“What, Julia?”

“Umm, I was going to ask about you going to the office or campaign headquarters, but I have no idea what normally happens.”

“I’m staying home for a little while to make sure you’re okay. I’ve been covering you at Harrington Global but…the Senate race is over.”

She crinkled her brow. “I may have amnesia, but I’m fairly certain the election isn’t over yet.”

“It is for me,” he said. “I withdrew my candidacy the day you woke up.”

Her features melted as she tried to piece the latest bit of information together. “Why?”

“Julia, we have enough going on right now that we didn’t need that distraction. It would be way too much on you.”

She let her gaze fall. She’d really ruined his aspirations. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I really haven’t been very much help, have I?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Your help has been instrumental on every front.”

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