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“What?”
“I can give you new memories. I just need you to trust me with your whole heart.”
“Did I trust you before?”
“See.” He shook his finger. “This whole memory loss works to my advantage. I could totally lie to you, and you wouldn’t know any better.”
“You’re an asshole.” I reached over and slapped his chest.
“I know.” He laughed. “But to answer your question, yes. You did trust me. At least, I think you did. How about we take a trip.”
“A trip?” I furrowed my brows. “Where?”
“Down memory lane. There’s a box in the closet filled with your pictures and things from your past. And there’s also a lot of videos and pictures of us on your phone you refuse to look at.”
“I haven’t gotten around to it yet,” I said.
“What do you mean? You do nothing but lie in this bed day in and day out like a sloth.”
“Oh, my God! How did I ever fall in love with you?”
“I honestly don’t know.” He laughed.
He kissed my forehead before climbing off the bed and retrieving the box from the closet.
CHAPTER23
Conner
“Oh, look. Here’s when you graduated from medical school.” I smiled as I showed her the picture.
“Wow. I have good taste in dresses.”
“You have good taste in everything, including boyfriends.” I winked at her with a smile.
“Shut up.” She smacked my arm. “I had a cat?” Her brows furrowed.
“He wasn’t yours. He was your neighbor’s cat. You took a picture with him because some guy wouldn’t leave you alone and kept asking you out. When you found out he was highly allergic to cats, you agreed to go out with him, then showed him that picture and told him that Mr. Snuggles couldn’t wait to snuggle with him.” I laughed.
“Oh, my God. That totally sounds like something I would do.” She laughed.
Seeing her laugh again made my heart whole. I wanted nothing more than to feel her lips on mine once again. I heard a knock at the door as we looked through her box.
“I’ll go see who that is,” I said as I climbed off the bed.
Opening the front door, I saw a box sitting on the porch. When I picked it up, I saw it was addressed to Charlotte. Looking at the return address, my heart started to race. Shit. It was our wedding invitations.
“I’ll be right back. A box for Jackson got delivered to the wrong house,” I shouted up the stairs.
Taking the box, I ran over to Jackson’s house and stepped through the sliding door.
“Hey, you.” Georgia smiled.
“Hey, Georgia sunshine. I need you to do me a favor and hold this here for me.” I set the box down.
“Hey, bro.” Jackson stepped into the kitchen. “What’s that?” He pointed to the box.
“The wedding invitations. They just got delivered.”
