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accept that it was true. I had dated John the Asshole for almost two years and I never considered moving in with him.
      I still felt the sting of betrayal about John. Even now, a month later, I couldn’t believe he had been cheating on me with my sous chef, Laura. I had introduced them when we had gone out for drinks one night. To my knowledge they had never seen each other again, but how wrong I was. I still had to work with that bitch, but luckily she knew better than to throw attitude at me in my own kitchen.
      It suddenly occurred to me that I don’t work there anymore. I had to remember that. This day was giving me more than I could absorb.
      “Yes, he moved into your house sometime in the middle of February. I know because it was super cold that day we were lugging his stuff over and I was wearing the new coat I had gotten for myself for Valentine’s Day.” She nodded to herself. “Yep, it was the first time I had worn it.” Carrie had always been able to recall dates by wardrobe.
      So it was true. Ethan lived in my house. I had no idea what I was going to do tomorrow when I got home. Could I ask him to stay somewhere else until things got back to normal? I didn’t think I would feel comfortable with him staying with me before I got my memories back.
      It would be different if he were a girl or maybe an ugly guy, but as I’ve mentioned before, young or not, he is hot . This wouldn’t be much of a problem for most women, but, due to a genetic anomaly, hot guys turned me stupid. I became a stuttering idiot, incapable of holding an intelligent conversation for more than a few minutes at a time.
      Usually this was not a problem with Ethan because a) we were never really alone when we would see each other, and b) I never spent much time with him. Seriously, he’s just Carrie’s younger brother.
      “I’m freaking out, Carrie.” I was finally about to break down. “I don’t know anything right now. I don’t know what I do, what I wear,” I pointed at the pajamas, “Nothing. I don’t even know who I’m in a relationship with. I don’t know what to do.” I started crying, I just couldn’t help it. Actually, I can’t believe I hadn’t before now.
      “God Jules, I’m sorry. I guess I didn’t realize how you were feeling. I know you must be terrified. I would be.” She leaned over and hugged me tight. “I’ll do whatever you need. Do you want to come and stay with Nigel and me? I can rearrange some things at work and we can spend our time trying to help you remember.” Carrie was a party planner, so she worked for herself, but she was good, so she was always busy. I wanted to say yes, to go to Carrie’s house and let her take care of me while I got my bearings, but I didn’t want to mess up her schedule. Even more importantly, something inside of me was telling me I needed to be home, around my own things.
      “Thanks, but I think I need to be at home, sleeping in my own bed and cooking in my own kitchen. I hope just being in my house, surrounded by all of my stuff will jar something. I don’t understand why this is happening to me. Why would my mind block out two years of my life?” Luckily, after my short outburst, my tears slowed down to a slow trickle.
      “I honestly don’t know. You haven’t told me about anything bad happening recently. Things have been going really well for you. You’ve been working flat out on the cookbook, but you’ve been nothing but excited about it. I’m pretty sure things with Ethan are going smoothly too. You gripe about his neatnik tendencies, but on the whole, you guys are great together.”
      I pondered this for a moment. I’m working hard on my book . Ooh, the thought of that gave me a tingle. I’m also living with some kind of neat freak. How the hell had that happened? I was not a slave to housework. I keep a spotless kitchen, but a little clutter here and there in the rest of the house? I can’t be bothered. Strange.