Million-Dollar Amnesia Scandal

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kiss had been too brief—she hadn’t had the opportunity to trace the tantalizing lines, to relish the delectable shapes of his chest and arms. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. What a squandered opportunity.
    She raised her eyes to meet his and felt an electric jolt from the heavy-lidded awareness there. He knew what she was thinking. His gaze traveled to the side of her throat, skimming past her décolletage. She needed his touch, his mouth, wanted what his gaze offered.
    He swallowed hard and looked away. Dug his hands into his pockets. “Speaking of expecting company, you have a visitor. Though, since you’re not there to meet her, I suspect it’s an unexpected visit.”
    A visitor? She folded back into herself, recoiling from the idea. A visitor would expect her to be someone she couldn’t remember how to be—something she wasn’t yet ready to face.
    Unless it was the other person who knew about her memory loss. “My mother?”
    â€œYes.” He spoke the word with neutrality, but she could tell he hadn’t warmed to her. “The concierge just called. Would you like to go down and meet her together?”
    Despite the woman being her mother, and having only met the man beside her two weeks ago, she nodded, accepting his offer. With no memories of who her friends were, her options for allies were next to nil. And the time she’d spent in her mother’s company had been…tiring. Seth’s support was embarrassingly welcome.
    â€œThank you,” she said as she stood. She’d walked back through the sliding glass doors before she realizedsomething was askew in the situation. “Why did the call go to you and not me?”
    Unfazed, Seth picked up her suite’s key card and handed it to her. “I’ve instructed the concierge and reception desk to forward all inquiries and requests regarding you to me. You’re hardly in a position to be fielding them at the moment.”
    She opened her mouth to disagree but closed it again. It had only been minutes since she’d been alarmed by the thought of meeting an unknown visitor.
    After changing her slippers for sandals, they stepped out of her suite and she let Seth pull the door closed behind them. “Again, thank you. Have there been many calls about me?”
    â€œMainly journalists wanting an interview or at least some gossip,” he said, as they walked down the richly carpeted corridor. “Your agent has been calling regularly, too.”
    She faltered for a fraction before falling into step with him again. She hadn’t even considered that she had an agent. Although she shouldn’t be surprised. If she had the career that Seth’s report had shown her to have, of course she’d have a team of people who would now be looking for her. Her chest constricted. She’d been living here in a little bubble, protected from reality, but she needed to start paying attention to the outside world.
    She glanced up at Seth’s profile. “What have you told them?”
    â€œThat you’re not fully recovered and will contact them as soon as you’re able.” He shrugged one shoulder, as if it was no big deal.
    April’s fingertips trailed lightly along a brass rail attached to the wall. What would she be doing this minute, if she hadn’t been in Jesse’s car that day? Meeting with people?Rehearsing? Then her mind jumped a step further—what would she have been doing all the days since the accident? Her stomach swooped. “Have I missed appointments? Concerts?”
    â€œIt’s common knowledge you were having a break from performing when the accident happened,” Seth said matter-of-factly. They stepped into the small glass elevator and he hit the ground floor button. “The news was in all the papers about six months ago. Perhaps because, as your mother said at the hospital, you were feeling a little burned out. It was good

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