REMEMBER US: A Billionaire Romance (Part Two) by Glenna Sinclair Page B
Authors: Glenna Sinclair
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life, yet I was so lost in it.
“If I’d wanted to go home, I’m sure I would have,” I said softly. “There’s a reason why I stayed, and I want to find out what that is.”
“Harley—”
My father began to object, but my mother took his arm and he stopped immediately. They stared at each other and shared some sort of communication that the rest of us couldn’t hear. It was that kind of closeness I had always wanted and that I must have thought I could find with Xander. I was engaged to him, right? I was going to marry him. I just couldn’t remember it. Staying here seemed to be a better option than leaving. If I left, I would likely never remember what happened these last few years.
And I wouldn’t know if breaking off the engagement to Xander was the right choice, or the wrong one.
This one time, I really hoped I was wrong.
Chapter 2
Xander
I stood in the doorway and watched them leave, a part of me still unable to wrap my mind around the fact that she’d chosen me over her parents. Over her father. Harley had never stood up to her father, at least not in front of me. To see her do it now was like seeing a side of Harley I’d never known before.
She was changing, this Harley. She was no longer the girl I once knew. She was different. The jury was still out on whether it was a good different or a bad one.
I turned and found her back in her wheelchair, watching me from just inside the foyer.
“I suppose you have questions,” I said, as I slowly closed the door.
“And I’m hoping you have answers.”
I inclined my head slightly. “I hope so, too.”
I gestured for her to go back into the living room. She was getting around quite well in the wheelchair. Independent as ever, she wouldn’t let me help her much. That was a side of Harley to which I was very well accustomed. I followed her, wondering how much longer it would be before she was walking out the door, especially after physical therapy started.
“Where do you want to start?” I asked, as I slowly lowered myself to the couch.
Harley didn’t answer right away. She’d rolled herself to the back of the room and was staring out at the backyard. She’d always liked the view. I remembered when I first brought her to my house, she made a beeline for that back door and stood out on the patio, studying the lines of the garden and the pool as if she’d never seen a suburban backyard before. She didn’t even want to see the rest of the house. It was the artist in her, always looking for the perfect lines, the perfect vision. It was the first thing I fell in love with when I fell in love with her.
“Do you want to go outside?”
“Why did you lie to me?”
There was the question. It was the same thing she asked me three months ago.
“Why would you lie to me? Don’t you know what that does to me, to know that the one person who should have been most honest with me was the one who told me the biggest lie?”
I dragged my fingers through my hair. “It wasn’t exactly a lie.”
“You told me you were my fiancé, but we apparently called off the wedding months ago.”
That lies.
“Because you didn’t know who I was when you woke up. I didn’t think a long explanation about our relationship was really in order at the time.”
“But it’s been over a week. Don’t you think the time has arrived?”
I nodded slowly, as my mind moved over the time we’d spent together this past week. If we weren’t discussing the things she wanted to know, we were going to doctor appointments and discussing her recovery. There wasn’t exactly a lot of time to explain the intricacies of our relationship.
“You had the card I gave you that named me as your next of kin when the car hit you. You obviously wanted me there, wanted me to make decisions for you; otherwise, you would have taken it out of your fanny pack.”
She nodded. That clearly made sense to her even though I knew Harley. She likely left it there because she was too
“If I’d wanted to go home, I’m sure I would have,” I said softly. “There’s a reason why I stayed, and I want to find out what that is.”
“Harley—”
My father began to object, but my mother took his arm and he stopped immediately. They stared at each other and shared some sort of communication that the rest of us couldn’t hear. It was that kind of closeness I had always wanted and that I must have thought I could find with Xander. I was engaged to him, right? I was going to marry him. I just couldn’t remember it. Staying here seemed to be a better option than leaving. If I left, I would likely never remember what happened these last few years.
And I wouldn’t know if breaking off the engagement to Xander was the right choice, or the wrong one.
This one time, I really hoped I was wrong.
Chapter 2
Xander
I stood in the doorway and watched them leave, a part of me still unable to wrap my mind around the fact that she’d chosen me over her parents. Over her father. Harley had never stood up to her father, at least not in front of me. To see her do it now was like seeing a side of Harley I’d never known before.
She was changing, this Harley. She was no longer the girl I once knew. She was different. The jury was still out on whether it was a good different or a bad one.
I turned and found her back in her wheelchair, watching me from just inside the foyer.
“I suppose you have questions,” I said, as I slowly closed the door.
“And I’m hoping you have answers.”
I inclined my head slightly. “I hope so, too.”
I gestured for her to go back into the living room. She was getting around quite well in the wheelchair. Independent as ever, she wouldn’t let me help her much. That was a side of Harley to which I was very well accustomed. I followed her, wondering how much longer it would be before she was walking out the door, especially after physical therapy started.
“Where do you want to start?” I asked, as I slowly lowered myself to the couch.
Harley didn’t answer right away. She’d rolled herself to the back of the room and was staring out at the backyard. She’d always liked the view. I remembered when I first brought her to my house, she made a beeline for that back door and stood out on the patio, studying the lines of the garden and the pool as if she’d never seen a suburban backyard before. She didn’t even want to see the rest of the house. It was the artist in her, always looking for the perfect lines, the perfect vision. It was the first thing I fell in love with when I fell in love with her.
“Do you want to go outside?”
“Why did you lie to me?”
There was the question. It was the same thing she asked me three months ago.
“Why would you lie to me? Don’t you know what that does to me, to know that the one person who should have been most honest with me was the one who told me the biggest lie?”
I dragged my fingers through my hair. “It wasn’t exactly a lie.”
“You told me you were my fiancé, but we apparently called off the wedding months ago.”
That lies.
“Because you didn’t know who I was when you woke up. I didn’t think a long explanation about our relationship was really in order at the time.”
“But it’s been over a week. Don’t you think the time has arrived?”
I nodded slowly, as my mind moved over the time we’d spent together this past week. If we weren’t discussing the things she wanted to know, we were going to doctor appointments and discussing her recovery. There wasn’t exactly a lot of time to explain the intricacies of our relationship.
“You had the card I gave you that named me as your next of kin when the car hit you. You obviously wanted me there, wanted me to make decisions for you; otherwise, you would have taken it out of your fanny pack.”
She nodded. That clearly made sense to her even though I knew Harley. She likely left it there because she was too
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