Page 97 of Battle with a Billionaire

Grant stared down at the key fob as his butler shuffled away. He recalled when he’d given her the first car. She hadn’t said anything and for a second he’d thought she didn’t like it, but she’d said it was beautiful, though she’d been surprised to have received it.

His lips curled up as he recalled his admonition that she couldn’t go anywhere dangerous. The smile faded as he realized she’d nearly died in that car.

He shook it from his mind. This one would be fine. He couldn’t wait to give it to her. Maybe it would even trigger a memory of the first car. He’d take anything to cling to. Any memory of him.

He waited impatiently for Sierra to leave before he wandered back to his wife’s room and knocked on the open door. “Hey, any new memories?”

She frowned. “No, still just the two, sorry.”

“Maybe soon it’ll be three,” he said. “Are you too tired for a short walk?”

“No,” she said as she rose from the chair. “Where to?”

“Just downstairs. I have something I want to show you.”

“Okay,” she said with a smile, slipping her arm through his.

He led her through the halls and down to the foyer. With a grin, he opened the door and led her to the driveway outside. The red Porsche sat with its bow still on it. “What do you think?”

She glanced at him, then at the car, and shrugged. “It’s a pretty car. Is it for Sierra?”

“No,” he said with a chuckle as he dangled the key fob in front of her. “It’s for you.”

“For me?”

“Yes,” he said as he circled behind her, “you need a new car.”

“Oh,” she said, her lips tugging into a frown, “right. Well, you didn’t have to replace my car.”

“I did. I gave you that car, so it’s up to me to replace it.”

Her eyes went wide. “Oh, no. I’m so sorry I wrecked your car.”

“No, you wrecked your car. And I don’t care about the car. I care that you were okay. And I also don’t want you to feel trapped here.”

Her eyebrows knitted at the words.

“Julia?” he asked.

She swallowed hard, her lips tugging into a wince. She bit into her lower lip as her features twisted.

His heart hammered against his chest. “Julia?”

“It’s okay, I’m okay. Just…a memory, I think.” She massaged her temples as she leaned into him to steady her.

“Do you want to go back inside?”

She shook her head as she straightened after a moment, her features still pinched. She licked her lips as her eyelashes fluttered.

“Are you okay? Did you remember something?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

The pained expression on her face bothered him. “Another memory of Kyle?”

“No,” she said with a shake of her head. “Of you.”

His heart lifted as the corners of his mouth did, too. “Oh, Julia, that’s fantastic. What was it? Was it when I gave you the first car?”

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