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He nods. “Yeah.”
“Well, I was in that accident, too…”
“What?” he whispers, concern flashing in his eyes as he studies me. “Why would you lie about that?”
“Because it put me in a coma for a week and when I woke up, I was missing the last five years of my memories.”
His entire body freezes and his eyes widen. “Are you serious?”
I nod.
“Again, why wouldn’t you tell me that?”
“Because I had no idea who I was supposed to be and I didn’t want you to treat me differently. Then, once we started getting to know each other, I was just scared.”
He sucks in a breath and scrubs his hand over his face. “What about now? Can you remember anything from your past?”
“Not really, no.”
Blowing out a breath, he leans forward and shakes his head. “What does that mean?”
“Well, you know that dinner I made you the night you got drunk?”
He nods.
“Apparently, I learned that in a cooking class with Mercedes in Miami. I remember the recipe but I don’t remember the class at all.”
Sighing, he rubs his temple with his fingertips. “Anything else you remember?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Right,” he scoffs, bringing his beer to his lips and chugging half of it before turning to look at me again with narrowed eyes. “How does that lead us to the man following you around?”
My heart hammers out of control and my stomach rolls as I suck in a breath. “When I woke up in the hospital, there was a man there. I didn’t recognize him but he told me that he… was my fiancé.”
“You’re engaged?” he roars, jumping up from his chair and I shake my head as tears prick my eyes.
“No. I was engaged in my old life and before I left Miami, I broke things off with him but as you can see, he’s not exactly taking no for an answer.”
“Jesus Christ,” he hisses as he begins pacing in front of me and running his hand through his hair. “Is there anything else you’re lying to me about?”
I wince and he stops.
“What?”
A tear slips down my cheek and I quickly wipe it away. “Have you ever heard of O’Shaw Records?”
“Of course,” he answers, flashing me a blank look before it fades to recognition. “Holy shit. Are you telling me that you’re the Shaw in O’Shaw Records?”
“No. My dad was.”
“Holy fuck!” he exclaims as he resumes his pacing and I resist the urge to burst into tears. This is so much harder than I thought it would be and it kills me to see the pain in his eyes from my deception. I shouldn’t have lied. My teeth sink into my lip as I stare at my hands and another tear slips down my cheek.
“Sawyer…” I whisper and he barely glances at me as he passes by me and turns to go back the other way again before he stops and throws his body back in the chair. Leaning forward, he braces his elbows on his knees.
“I’m fucking terrified to ask but anything else?”
I shake my head. “Not unless you’re concerned with my net worth.”
