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Grant shook his head. “That’s difficult to say. And you know how I don’t like things I can’t predict.”

Worthington finished his drink and rose from the chair. “Yes, I know. This is quite a hard lesson in taking things as they come.” Worthington strode to the door and slipped into the foyer. Before he pulled the doors shut behind him, he glanced at Grant. “We will all be hoping Mrs. Harrington recovers her memory soon.”

Grant offered him a fleeting smile before he flicked his gaze outside. The red car still sat outside the front door. He stared at it, a symbol of his affection for her. An affection still unspoken. And now maybe forever secret.

He forced himself to remain in his seat and not go upstairs to check on her, but his thoughts remained on her. Was she piecing together more memories, or allowing the one negative one she’d just recalled overwhelm her?

One question burned through his mind as he pondered her absence. Would he lose the only woman who ever mattered to him?

CHAPTER 22

JULIA

Julia tried to stop her hands from trembling as she closed them around the key fob and hurried into the house. The latest memory had taken a toll on her, not just physically but emotionally.

Her first memories of Kyle had been somewhat confusing, but this one had been more devastating. She hadn’t recalled anything positive about her contractual relationship with Grant, instead, quite the opposite. She remembered something negative. Very negative.

When the memories flooded her mind, she not only got flashes of sights and sounds, but she also vividly experienced the emotions she’d felt in those moments again. Only with nothing else grounding her, they seemed magnified exponentially.

She recalled her frustration, her upset, and even her anger as she stared at the pictures of her at a coffee shop with a man.

The emotions overwhelmed her. She pushed into her room as tears stung her eyes. She blew out a shaky breath as a few escaped onto her cheeks. She hadn’t wanted to come across as an emotional basket case with Grant, so she’d fled.

She’d also had questions swirling in her brain that she needed to process. Like why her first memories had been of Kyle and seemed positive and her only memory of Grant was negative.

Was that meaningful or simply the luck of the draw with how her memories had decided to return?

She eased onto her bed and wiped at her cheeks. Had Kyle been right about Grant? Was that why she’d recalled a negative memory?

He admitted to having her followed. Kyle had told her the same thing. Was he controlling? Why had she agreed to a second contract if he was?

Nothing made sense to her, and despite her memories returning, it made less and less sense. Overwhelm flooded through her, driving more tears to fall to her cheeks.

She allowed the emotions to rush through her, hoping they would soon subside. Instead, she collapsed against her pillow with no signs of the wave slowing.

Sobs wracked her body and tears stained her pillow. She wished desperately for her memories to return so she could make some semblance of sense of her life, but her mind refused to give in to her pleading.

Her ringing cell phone cut off the flood of emotions pouring out of her. She glanced at the caller ID, her stomach twisting into a knot. It was her sister.

She sniffled, trying to pull herself together before she swiped to take the call. “Hello.”

“Hey, Juju.”

Her mind whirled as she tried to place the nickname, but it didn’t seem familiar. Not even the sound of her sister’s voice could restore her memory, apparently.

“Hi,” she said, trying to steady her voice.

“You okay? You sound weird.”

“Do I?” she asked as she desperately tried to determine how to sound normal.

“Have you been crying?”

She wrinkled her nose. Maybe she should lean into it. “Guilty.”

“What’s wrong? What happened? I didn’t buy that story about your phone, by the way. I knew something was up. What happened?”

“Oh, no my phone was broken. But that’s not why I was crying.”

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