The Millionaire's Secret Wish by Leanne Banks Page B

most part,” Alisa said, appreciating the warmth she felt from both women. “I’m driving, even though it terrifies Dylan. I’ve remembered my French enough to work and I’ve remembered a lot about when I lived at Granger. I’m having a tough time, though, with events that happened before the accident and was hoping you could help me.”
    “What do you want to know?” Amy asked. “Justin only had good things to say about you. When Justin and I were first married and I was afraid I’d made a huge mistake, you told me some things about himthat made me look at him differently. You were always good with the kids.”
    “Same here,” Kate said. “Michael always said you were the little sister all the guys wanted but never had. Except for Dylan, of course,” she added with a smile.
    “What about Dylan?” Alisa asked.
    Kate and Amy exchanged a look. “What about him?” Kate asked. “He cared for you even more than Michael and Justin. You remember some of the things from Granger, don’t you?”
    “Yes, but I feel like there’s something more,” she said. “I know there’s something more.”
    “I haven’t known Dylan very long, but there’s never been a time when you were around that he wasn’t trying to get your attention. You weren’t interested in him that way,” Kate said.
    “Maybe because of how we were involved as teenagers,” Alisa mused.
    “You remember that?” Amy asked with wide eyes as she drank the tea and made a face. “I don’t like this stuff. I’d rather have a soft drink.”
    “Then ask the waitress for one, silly,” Kate said with a laugh.
    “I will,” Amy said, then turned back to Alisa. “What do you remember about your romance with Dylan?”
    “Not everything,” Alisa said. “When I still lived at Granger’s, I remember sneaking out to meet himat night and we would talk and…” She shrugged, uneasy with revealing their private moments.
    “And sneak a few kisses,” Kate added.
    Alisa nodded.
    “And when you left?” Amy asked.
    “I don’t remember,” Alisa said, thinking about the psychiatrist’s words again. “I was told that my emotions might block some of my memories, particularly if it’s something that upset me.”
    Amy nodded. “And do you remember anything from college?”
    “I went to a girl’s college. It was near a big public university. I wanted to major in art, but my mother and stepfather pushed French over art, so I got a minor in art instead.”
    “Do you remember dating in college?” Amy asked.
    “Not much. I met my fiancé when I was finishing my last year.”
    “But you don’t remember anything about Dylan while you were in college?”
    “No. Why should I?” Alisa asked.
    Amy seemed to hold her breath. Kate glanced at the baby. They knew something, she could see. They knew something she didn’t know. “What do you know?”
    “I don’t really know anything,” Amy said. “I haven’t known Dylan very long, so anything I tell you would be third-or fourthhand.”
    “But third-or fourthhand is more than I have right now.”
    Amy exchanged another glance with Kate. She hesitated, and seemed to struggle with herself. “Justin got the impression you and Dylan got involved during college.”
    Alisa’s heart tightened, but she continued to draw a mental blank. “How?”
    “I don’t know. I don’t know the details. I was just led to believe that it didn’t end well.”
    Alisa’s stomach churned. She set down her tea cake and tried not to give in to an ugly feeling of foreboding. She tried to remain rational even though her feelings were strong. “Didn’t end well,” she repeated. “Well, that covers a lot of ground, doesn’t it?”
    Amy watched her carefully. “Yes, it does. Did I jog your memory?”
    Alisa shook her head.
    “Have you asked Dylan about any of this?” Kate asked as she shared a bite of cake with Michelle.
    “Yes, but he says he thinks I should remember it on my own.” She looked at each of the women.