“I do.” She bent her head over her phone, then leaned forward, revealing cleavage, as she handed it over. “I named you in my photos app and just ran a search for all the photos of the two of us.”
He clicked through the images. He and Gigi dressed in formal clothing. Walking on the beach. At a restaurant. In Cape Cod. The photos backed up her story because they’d been taken over the span of time she’d said they dated.
He passed the phone back. “What was the status of things between us when I left on my boat trip?”
“I’d say we were both very much into each other.”
“Yet I went off on a boat trip alone?”
Her frown indicated hurt. “You’re an independent man. You told me that you’d gone on this type of trip before. You said you liked to get away by yourself to clear your head. I understood and respected that completely.”
She was a beauty, he’d give her that.
However, she left him cold. There wasn’t a drop of space left in him for any woman except one.
“I’d be happy to tell you more,” she said. “Is there anything else I can fill in for you? Anything else you’d like to know?”
“Just one thing. Did I tell you about a . . . project that I was working on during the months that we were hanging out?”
Her penciled eyebrows drew together. “You were consulting with the Mercedes F1 team. You were updating your boat for the trip. You were hoping to acquire more pieces from this artist you like.” She flicked her fingers toward the piece behind her on the wall. “I can’t remember his name, but his paintings are brilliant.”
He hadn’t told her about his research into Alexis’s death. Why? Because he hadn’t trusted her?
“Did you come here today thinking that we’d pick up where we left off?” He held her gaze, putting her on the spot.
“I hoped . . . we’d pick up where we left off. But, of course, I haven’t talked to you in ages, so I didn’t know where I stood.”
“Where doyoustand?”
“My emotions toward you . . . run deep. I’m committed to seeing where this relationship leads.” She swallowed but kept her chin up. “What about you?”
“As of now, you’re a stranger to me. I’m sorry about this but I don’t remember our relationship.”
Her face fell. “If we spend time together and I tell you all about us, do you think that might help your memories return?”
“No.”
She nodded slowly. “The woman I met outside . . . ?”
“Remy.”
“Remy said that you were friends. Are you more than that?”
“Not in her eyes. But in my eyes? Yes. She’s been my anchor.”
Her lips tightened and he could see that his honesty had caused her pain. “I wish I could have been there for you,” she said, “when you found out about the amnesia. I would have been honored to be your anchor.”
He kept his mouth shut, but he didn’t think that if Gigi had been the one to rescue him, she would have become his anchor. Remy wasn’t what she was to him only because she’d been close at hand when he was injured. She was what she was to him because ofwhoshe was.
“I should go.” She put on her heels, then paused. “Unless you can think of something I can do to help you?”
“I can’t think of anything,” he answered. “If I do, I’ll let you know.”
“Please do.”
They both stood.
“I hope your memories come back soon,” she told him. “When they do, and you remember what we had, feel free to reach out to me. If I’m still unattached at that point, maybe we’ll get our second chance.”
