REMEMBER US: A Billionaire Romance (Part Two)

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by Glenna Sinclair

I crawled to my feet and pushed the rollaway shelf out of the way again. In the safe were two simple gold rings, a man’s and a woman’s. I sat back down in his lap and lifted his hand, sliding the ring onto his left ring finger.

  “This is why I came up here,” I said, as he took my ring and did the same. “I had to make sure this memory was real.”

  “It is, baby,” he whispered against my lips. “You are my wife.”

  “And you are my husband.”

  He picked me up and carried me downstairs, wrapping his body around me as we settled back under the sheets on our bed. I closed my eyes, the emotional and physical exhaustion of the night finally catching up to me. As I slowly began to drift to sleep, I let my mind wander. At first, all these different thoughts moved through my mind, mostly memories of the last three years that were still slowly coming back from that damaged place in my mind. And then my mind’s eye kept going back to tonight, to the conversation I had with Jonnie in the bathroom.

  There was something about the way she’d been looking at me.

  She knew about Grant, and she knew what Xander had been up to. She answered his calls, planned his days. She’d guessed that something was wrong. It was my decision to let her in on some of the details, just enough so that she would stop asking questions.

  Maybe that hadn’t been the right choice.

  As sleep played at the edges of my consciousness, a new memory began to play out in my mind:

  I was jogging down Third Street, thinking about the day’s activities. Philip had arranged for me to meet with this FBI agent. He was working undercover at the Times as a lifestyles reporter. We were hoping everyone would think we were talking about the mural at the community center. I was so close to finishing, I could already see the completed work in my mind’s eye. I couldn’t wait to get back to it. It was probably the best thing I’d done in my short career. And then I heard the squeal of tires. I looked over my shoulder and…

  …and I saw the face of the person who ran me down.

  ~ End of Part Two ~

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