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from me.
    It was all very romantic, I suppose. I mean, he really sounded like a man in love. I just wish I could remember him.
    They’d reduced the cast on my leg yesterday, so now I could bend my knee a little. But they didn’t want me walking on it and, with the broken collarbone still healing, I couldn’t use crutches. So I was relegated to a wheelchair for the time being.
    Xander set the chair up on the driveway and took my arm, helping me balance on one leg as I stepped out of the car and into the chair. It was an awkward dance we’d only done together once, so the choreography was a little off. But he caught me when I began to slide sideways. That was good. At least I knew I could trust him.
    “The house has been closed up for…well, since your accident. But I had Jonnie come over and air it out, so hopefully it’s not too bad.”
    “Who’s Jonnie?”
    Xander hesitated for a second, as he carefully pushed my chair up over the lip of the front walk.
    “She’s my office manager, personal assistant, secretary. Basically, anything I need, Jonnie’s just a phone call away to get it for me.”
    “I guess I knew her. Before.”
    “You did. You and she were actually pretty good friends. I sometimes wondered if I should be worried about how much time you spent together.”
    “Really?”
    “You were planning the wedding together.”
    My heart sank a little. It was odd to think about planning a wedding to marry a man I couldn’t even remember. I must have loved him, too. So why couldn’t I remember that?
    Xander had to maneuver the chair a little to tug it up the two steps that led to the impressive front door—or doors. It was two doors with massive panels of leaded glass in the center. It really was an impressive house on the outside. I was almost afraid to see the inside.
    Xander’s business must have been quite successful. But I didn’t know. I didn’t know much of anything about him. He knew all these things about me, but all I really knew was his name and what he did for a living, and I didn’t even fully understand that. And here I was, moving in with him.
    Was there any wonder that I suddenly felt as though my life was spiraling out of control?
    “You said my parents are on a cruise?”
    “Yeah. In Europe for another couple of weeks.”
    “And Philip?”
    I asked the question before I had a chance to think about. I wanted to bite my tongue and take it back the moment it was out. But I couldn’t.
    Xander had the doors open, and he didn’t answer as he pushed me through the threshold. The doors opened onto a massively impressive entryway of marble and dark wood and glass. The ceiling went all the way up, past two separate landings on the second and third floors of the house, the stairway an impressive, sprawling thing that was just off to the left. Xander pushed me through while I was still staring up the ceiling—there were skylights up there!—into an impressive sitting room that was decorated in light-colored fabrics, impressive paintings from a few artists I recognized right off the bat, and a wall of windows that looked out onto a brick patio and a beautifully landscaped garden.
    “Is that a pool back there?”
    “Yes.”
    “I love to swim.”
    “I know. When you weren’t jogging, you started every morning out there in the pool. It was quite a sight to wake up to.”
    I blushed at the implication. I assumed we had a sexual relationship, but he’d never eluded to it until now. It was kind of…weird, but exciting in a strange sort of way.
    “Philip’s in Dallas,” he said, answering the question I had unthinkingly asked. “He moved there the year after you graduated from college, you told me. Decided he was tired of following in his father’s footsteps and became a history teacher in some exclusive high school.”
    None of that sounded familiar. I wanted to laugh; the image of Philip as a high school teacher was that humorous. He was so stuffy, always wearing a suit and tie, even