Greer’s breathing quickened. How she wished she remembered this. ‘And?’
‘You accused me of making that up. You said you’d have known if that were true because you’d been attracted to me all that time. We were both so fired up it might have taken ages to sort out, so I took a short cut and kissed you.’
Greer’s eyes rounded. Shedefinitelywished she could remember that.
He grinned, his expression smug. ‘You know that long sofa in my office?’
‘We didn’t! Did we?’
Conall took her plate and, without looking, put it on the bedside table. There was a clatter and a crash, but neither looked that way. Greer saw in his expression both amusement and something much more powerful. Something that made her yearning heart squeeze.
‘Of course we did. We’d both been holding back too long. We’ve been lovers ever since.’
Greer had so many questions she didn’t know where to start, but none were as important as the certainty Conall gave her with the grasp of his strong hands and the open emotion in his face.
‘I know it’s hard, not remembering. But I’m here for you and I’m not going anywhere. Remember that, Greer. You’ll get through this.We’llget through this, I promise.’
Chapter Eight
GREER SECURED THElarge towel around herself and left the bathroom. It was mid-afternoon and Conall had reluctantly excused himself to take a call.
The proposed Singapore deal was proving more complicated than they’d thought and he’d booked a long-distance discussion with a key contact there. Greer had offered to sit in but had been glad when Conall had suggested she rest instead.
It had been a momentous twenty-four hours, and though she felt a buzz of well-being, neither of them had slept much.
She was still adjusting to the situation. She and Conall were lovers. Had been for months.
His sincerity when he’d assured her he’d be there for her, through whatever it took to get her memory back, filled her with warmth and hope.
She wished she could remember what her feelings had been for him before the accident. She tried to tell herself she was on a high of sexual satisfaction. That these intense feelings wouldn’t be permanent.
Yet it felt like her crush on the man had segued seamlessly into something far deeper than the physical. Even before they slept together, she’d been more than half in love with him. Way more. She’d never felt so much for any other man. Never dared open her heart like this.
She shook her head, her damp hair sliding around bare shoulders. No one, neither Conall nor herself, could expect her to do more than take one day at a time.
But she’d give so much to remember. Regret filled her at not recalling that first kiss. That moment when attraction had morphed into anger and challenge, and their defences had fallen. Five months she’d missed.
How had their relationship developed in that time?
Or hadn’t it? Was it truly purely sexual? Had they decided it would burn itself out given time?
She halted mid-step across the bedroom, her palm pressed to her suddenly churning stomach.
Maybe their relationship had been petering out before the accident. Certainly no one in the Sydney office had given any indication they knew she and Conall were together. Because they were both naturally discreet? Or because they knew what they had was time-limited?
But Conall’s lovemaking told her that couldn’t be the case. He was invested in this. Whateverthiswas.
It was like walking into a play in the middle of the second act and wondering what her lines were.
No! She refused to be negative. For weeks she’d let those missing months eat away at her when there was nothing she could do about them. Yet here she was, cherished by Conall in ways she’d never dreamt possible. Whether they had a future together or not, life was good. She had the job she loved and she had Conall.
Grinning, she pushed open the door to the wardrobe and found herself in a spacious dressing room. Conall’s business clothes hung on one side in a beautifully crafted wooden robe. She made for the first set of drawers. Surely he’d have a T-shirt or something she could wear. She didn’t want to put on her work clothes yet.
But as she moved further into the room a pop of colour caught her eye and she saw that some of the hanging space on the other side was occupied.
Curious, she padded over on bare feet and found herself staring at a collection of women’s clothes. The bright colour was a poppy-red dress. A colour she’d always loved but didn’t wear.
When she was young her mother had dressed them both in neutral colours, as if trying not to draw attention to either of them. Greer had automatically continued that habit into adulthood, especially when she began working in the corporate sector. She thought she’d be taken more seriously if she looked serious.
