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“He was my soul mate, Jett. I still believe that and now I get to live the rest of my life without him.”

I shake my head. “What a fucking prick.”

“I second that.”

Pushing out of my chair, I round her desk and pull her out of her seat before wrapping her up in a hug. She shudders and tears sink into my shirt for a moment before she pulls away and fans her eyes.

“God, I’m not going to do this today. I’m done crying over that asshole.”

I grab a tissue out of the box on the table and hand it to her so she can fix her mascara. “I have half a mind to find his number and rip him a new one.”

“Oh, you already did, Hon. The first time around. Even did it right in front of his new teammates. It was glorious.” She laughs at the memory and I smile, fighting back the sadness that overwhelms me as I wish I could remember it, too.

“I could do it again. You know, as an exercise to get my memory back.”

She throws her head back and laughs. “As much fun as that sounds, I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much I still love him and probably always will.”

“Okay. I’ll restrain myself then.”

“Thank you,” she says, flashing me a smile as she sinks back into her chair and I walk around the desk and sit down again. “So, what are your plans now that you’re here?”

“I suppose I need to call my assistant, Nico, and see if she’ll be open to coming here so we can get back to work.”

She scowls. “But you don’t remember anything about your company, do you? Or what designs you’ve already done?”

“No, but Nico has kept pretty good records and she can help me figure all that out. I need to do something other than sitting around and thinking about how much I want my memories back.”

“Can we trust her?” she asks, studying me intently. “Will she tell Gavin?”

I shake my head. “I don’t think so. Speaking of Gavin though, what have you told him?”

“Nothing. I either don’t answer the call or when I do, I tell him that I haven’t heard from you but I can tell he’s not buying it.” Her phone starts ringing on her desk and she shakes her head as she glances down at the screen. “Speak of the devil.”

“Gavin?”

She nods.

“Answer it,” I tell her and she nods again as she presses the button to accept the call before putting it on speakerphone.

“Hi, Gavin.”

Even through the phone, I can hear his sigh of relief. “Hey, Mercedes. Please tell me you’ve heard from her.”

I wave my hands to get her attention and she mutes the call as her brows knit together.

“Tell him I called you and I’m fine but you don’t know where I am.”

She nods.

“Mercedes?”

She unmutes the call. “Sorry, someone walked into my office to ask me a question but Jett called me last night.”

“Oh, thank God. Where is she?”

“I don’t know. She wouldn’t tell me,” she says, meeting my gaze and I nod. “But she’s okay.”

He growls. “I need to find her, Mercedes. She needs to come home.”