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“I doubt it,” Grant said. “Kyle has a very different view of what’s happening in your life.”

Kyle offered a harsh chuckle. “No, that’s not true. I’m just giving her some facts to help fill in the gaps.”

“Facts aren’t something you deal in, Kyle.”

“Let’s find out. Julia, why don’t you ask him about anything I just told you?” Kyle crossed his arms as he flicked his gaze to Grant. “Let’s just see who’s lying.”

Julia swallowed hard, not wanting the situation to escalate.

“Go ahead, Julia. Ask away. I have no problem explaining anything he’s told you.”

“Okay, umm, is it true you didn’t tell me before you made me CEO?”

“On live television, I might add,” Kyle whispered.

Grant pressed his lips together, flicking his gaze to the floor for a second. “Yes. That is true.”

“Because he didn’t want you to be able to refuse.”

“He’s right. I thought you’d doubt your abilities, and I wanted you as CEO. You were a fantastic choice.”

The words confused her. She didn’t know which picture was the correct one. Was he controlling like Kyle said or merely confident like he said?

“Ask him about the others. Go ahead,” Kyle said.

“Kyle, stop pushing her to make trouble.”

“I’m not pushing her to make any trouble. I’m merely allowing her to see what you truly are.”

Julia’s forehead creased. Who was right and who was twisting the truth?

Picking apart the situation between them grew more difficult by the second. She squeezed her fingers into fists as tension grew at her temples.

The image of Kyle’s kiss flashed across her mind again. She fluttered her eyelashes as her features pinched. A groan escaped her as pain built inside her head.

“Julia?” Grant questioned.

Kyle slid an arm around her as the room started to spin. “Julia?”

He pressed two fingers to her wrist. “Her pulse is racing. Julia, I think you need to sit down.”

She wanted to, but she couldn’t move. The pain racing from temple to temple made her nauseous.

“Of course, her pulse is racing. You keep confusing her with all this nonsense.”

“This isn’t my fault, it’s yours,” Kyle shot back. “If you wouldn’t have married her in the first place–”

He never finished his statement as she collapsed to her knees with a groan. What was wrong with her? Was the swelling back in her brain?

A second later, images shot across her mind in a blinding array. She gasped in a breath as both men knelt next to her.

“Julia,” Grant said, rubbing her shoulder, “what is it?”

She lifted her eyes to his, her face a mix of confusion and hope. “I remembered something new.”

CHAPTER 21

GRANT

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