her.â
Recent conversations with Emma raced through his mind, especially the one the afternoon before her accident. I wanted us to have a special dinner tonight, sheâd said. But what had he done? Heâd gone to dinner with a client, then stayed for drinks to discuss business with Priscilla. Two days before that, Emma had asked him to meet her and Carly for lunch. Once again heâd been too busy.
But heâd been in meetings, not just dallying around. Emma knew that. She knew heâd been working his butt off to make a good life for both of them. For Carly, too.
âGrantââ Kateâs voice broke into his disturbing thoughts ââIâm sorry. I was out of line.â
He saw concern written on her usually smug face. âYou think it was my fault, donât you? You think she was unhappy with me and she doesnât remember me because she doesnât want to.â The idea shook him to the core.
âNo,â Kate said hurriedly, âthatâs not what I meant, Grant.â She walked toward him, holding out her arms for the baby. âThe accident caused the amnesia. You heard what the doctor said.â
Grant barely registered her protests. âBut she remembers you. And her parents. She probably even remembers her high-school boyfriends.â He hated the desperation in his voice. âBut she canât remember me,â he finished, feeling defeated.
âGive her time.â Kate placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. âIâll put Carly down for a nap while you bring Emma home.â She squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. âMaybe youâre right, Grant. Emma loves you. Coming home is probably exactly what she needs.â
Grant kissed Carly on the forehead and nodded, his body wound like a tightly coiled spring. Emma loves me. At least, she used to; now she didnât even know him. âI hope so,â he said. Once heâd gotten over the shock of the amnesia, heâd realized how frightening the ordeal must be for Emma. Sheâd not only awakened injured, but sheâd lost part of her life.
A fresh stab of pain hit him. Of course, if she didnât remember their marriage, he was going to lose a part of his life. The best part.
Chapter Three
Emma took a deep breath and glanced at Grant, hoping to gain strength from his steady calmness, but tension radiated from every pore of his body. Anxiety crawled along her own nerves. She would soon be home, a place she couldnât even remember.
Heâd combed his hair away from his forehead, accentuating the hard lines of his angular face. Thick dark eyebrows arched over his tormented blue eyes, and the white shirt he wore contrasted sharply with his olive skin. Dark stubble shadowed his jaw and upper lip, and his sideburns had been clipped high above his ears. She wondered if he had to shave twice a day. Something I should know, as his wife.
He glanced over and caught her staring. For a moment their gazes locked. Then the corner of his mouth lifted into a sexy smile and her breath caught as she realized how devastatingly handsome he looked when he lost that tortured grim expression.
Heâd been upset when heâd arrived to pick her up, and sheâd sensed there was something he wasnât telling her. Had the police discovered what had caused her wreck? âGrant, did you talk to the police?â
Grantâs expression became guarded and he kept hisgaze on the highway. âI talked to Detective Warner, but he said he hasnât found anything yet.â
âI see.â So that wasnât the problem.
She turned to gaze out the side window, realizing he must be upset about bringing her home. Her stomach drew itself into a tight knot of anxiety. For the past two days heâd been telling her about herself. She dug her fingernails into her palms, stifling the urge to scream in frustration. Sheâd lost the past four years of her life and had no idea
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