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an opportunity to redo everything and get it right this time.
    “How did we meet?” she asked.
    “You’re an artist.”
    “Yeah? Do I make money at it? My dad said I’d never make money at it.”
    “You make a decent living. You were the showcase artist at this little gallery in downtown Austin last August.”
    Her eyes widened slightly. “Not the Weston Gallery?”
    “That’s the one.”
    She giggled. “I’ve always loved the stuff they have there. My mom used to take me there when I was a little girl. I think that’s what made me want to be an artist.”
    I nodded. It was a story she’d told me many times in the past.
    “The gallery owner hired my company to set up a new security system for them. And my guy who usually does these installations was out because his wife had just had a new baby. So I went in his place.”
    “And that’s where we met?”
    “You were bringing in all these big, heavy canvases. I offered to help, and you told me to mind my own business.”
    “Sounds like me.” She reached up to brush her hair off her face, but then realized her hair wasn’t there anymore. She dropped her hand as she drew her lip between her teeth, chewing on it like she always did when she was nervous. “Did you ask me out right then?”
    “I did. But you turned me down.”
    “Why?”
    I hesitated, not sure how much I should tell her. Would talking about Philip just confuse her? Or would it help? I wasn’t quite sure.
    But I decided to risk it.
    “You’d gotten your heart broken, and you weren’t really ready to move on to someone new.”
    She frowned. “Philip?”
    “Yeah. He got himself engaged to another girl while he was dating you.”
    I waited, watching her face closely for her reaction. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she bit her lip again, but there was no great flash of memory as far as I could tell.
    “Sounds like something Philip’s dad might have done.”
    “I think his dad was involved.”
    She looked at me again, searching my face for something recognizable, I think. “But you and I eventually went out?”
    “It took about a week for me to convince you, but you finally agreed to go to dinner with me. But when I got to your house, you were in your studio, working.”
    “I do that. I lose track of time.”
    “You do. Quite often.”
    “You know me well, then.”
    “I do.” I touched her hand lightly, but she pulled it away.
    “Sorry,” she mumbled.
    “It’s okay. I understand. You don’t really know me now. But you will. You’ll remember.”
    She nodded, but it was pretty obvious she wasn’t as confident as I was trying to be.
    “I think I should rest,” she said after a minute.
    “Okay.” I stood and began to lean down to kiss her, but pulled back at the last moment, afraid of upsetting her. “I’ll just step outside. Just yell if you need anything.”
    “I have the button,” she said, holding up the call button the nurse had shown her.
    “Of course.”
    I backed out of the room, reluctant to lose sight of her. The confusion on her face frightened me a little. I think I would have preferred anger to confusion.
    I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket.
    “Jonnie? I need you to do me a favor.”

Chapter 8
     
    Harley
    I stared up at the beautiful brick exterior of the house and tried to grasp any memory of it that might be rattling around in my damaged mind. But I couldn’t. As far as I knew, I’d never seen this house before.
    Xander came around the side of the car and opened my door.
    “Just give me a second to get the wheelchair.”
    He was so kind. The nurses all gushed about how he spent nearly every minute at my side while I was in the coma. The nurse called Alicia said that she had to practically shove food down his throat to get him to eat, he was so worried about me. Another nurse said that he slept in the room beside me every night, that he refused to even use the lounger they’d provided because he didn’t want to be even the half dozen feet away