At His Majesty's Convenience by Jennifer Lewis

proposing to her?
    She swallowed, then started to chew on a nail. Her stomach curled up into a tight ball. Maybe she should see what else was going on in her email before she spoke to Jake.
    It was hard to read with so much nervous energy leaping through her system. Her eyes kept jumping around on the screen. Most of the emails were business related—responses to invitations, scheduling questions, orders for supplies and that kind of thing.
    Then one titled What’s going on? from a Lizzie Blake caught her eye. Blake—the same last name as her. What was going on? She clicked on it with her heart in her mouth.
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    Andi, I know you told me not to email personal stuff to this account, but I’ve tried calling you and you won’t call back. We saw a news story on TV yesterday saying that you’re going to marry Jake Mondragon,your boss. Is this true? How come you didn’t tell us? I thought you were getting ready to quit from the way you’ve been talking lately. Mom is pretty upset that you’d keep something like this from us. I remember you saying years ago that your boss was hot, but you never mentioned dating him, let alone getting engaged. Anyway, get in touch ASAP and let me know if I need to find a dress for a royal wedding. XX Sis.
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    Andi sat back, blinking. She had a sister called Lizzie. Who knew absolutely nothing about her relationship to Jake. And who’d been calling her but not getting through. She must have another phone somewhere that she used for personal calls.
    She scanned the rest of the emails, but nothing else looked truly personal.
    Where would she keep another phone? Brain ticking fast, she hurried back to her bedroom, glad she didn’t run into anyone in the hallway—especially Jake.
    A pang of guilt and hurt stung her heart. She was avoiding him. Only this morning they’d lain in each others arms and she’d enjoyed such contentment and bliss that she hadn’t even minded about her memory being gone.
    Now she was racked with suspicion and doubt. She locked her bedroom door behind her and started to go through the closet and drawers again. Finally, in the pocket of a black pair of pants she found a small silver phone. The pants showed signs of being recently worn—slightly creased across the hips and behind the knees—so maybe she had them on just before she lost her memory.
    She flipped the phone open and pulled up recent messages. There were three from Lizzie and one from her mom, who sounded noticeably upset. Her voice, with itshint of tears, struck a sharp and painful chord deep inside her. On instinct Andi hit the button to dial the number.
    â€œAndi!”
    â€œMom?” Her voice shook slightly. “Is it really you?”
    â€œOf course it’s me. Who else would be answering my phone?” A bright laugh rang in her ear. “What the heck is going on over there?”
    Andi drew in a steadying breath. “I don’t really know, to be honest. I lost my memory.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œJake found me dancing around outside and I couldn’t remember anything at all. I didn’t even remember you or Lizzie until I saw her email and found the messages on my phone.”
    â€œOh, my gosh, that sounds terrifying. Are you okay?”
    â€œMore or less. It’s been strange and kind of scary, but I’m not sick or injured or anything.”
    â€œThat’s a blessing. Has your memory come back?”
    Andi blinked. A blurry vision of a face—an energetic woman with short light brown hair and bright blue eyes filled her brain. “I think it’s coming back right now. Do you have blue eyes?”
    â€œOf course I do. That’s where you got them from. You forgot my eye color?”
    â€œI forgot you even existed. I didn’t know my own name.” Other images suddenly crowded her brain: a man with gray hair and a warm smile, a blonde with long curls and a loud laugh. “But