Free REMEMBER US: A Billionaire Romance (Part Two) by Glenna Sinclair Page A

information because I’m not technically family. And Philip told me that his contacts thought it was unrelated.”
    “How could it be unrelated?”
    “That’s what I said. But he wouldn’t talk about it with me.”
    “He still doesn’t trust you.”
    Xander shrugged. “Probably because I’m the one who dragged you into all of this. I wouldn’t trust me either.”
    All of this.
    All of this? I’m always confused, I think. But here’s the thing: Xander stumbled onto proof that Grant and his law firm were involved in some pretty shady real estate deals. It wasn’t anything new, really. Xander had known for years that Grant skated on the thin line between legal and illegal or immoral for years. He didn’t bat an eye at this until he had a customer tell him some interesting facts about a new building going up downtown. It was owned by a corporation out of Sacramento. Legally. In reality, the real owners were a group of men out of the Middle East who were doing everything they could to avoid the restrictions placed on businesses based in their part of the world—preventing them from doing work in the United States. And then Xander learned that Grant was working with other such groups, groups with ties to terror groups. It was all based around real estate and seemed innocent enough. But the more Xander learned about the deals, the more he realized just how deep Grant was in the whole thing. And how deep his mother was.
    He tried to talk to her about it, but she was in love with Grant—had been for thirty years—and she wasn’t about to listen to Xander on anything that made Grant look less than the hero she always felt he was. And then he realized that Margaret was involved in some way, too.
    That’s when he went to the FBI. Not long after that was when I found out.
    He asked me to leave him because he was afraid Grant would find out what he was doing. And that’s exactly what happened. Grant confronted him three days after I moved out of the house.
    But we had a plan.
    “You don’t remember who was behind the wheel of the car?”
    “I don’t remember the car at all.”
    “How did we get ourselves into this mess?”
    I shrugged—even as I snuggled closer to him. He tightened his grip on me, his hands moving slowly down the length of my arms.
    “We’re going to be okay,” he said softly. “One way or the other…”
    “I know.”
    I crawled to my feet and pushed the rollaway shelf out of the way again. In the safe were two simple gold rings, a man’s and a woman’s. I sat back down in his lap and lifted his hand, sliding the ring onto his left ring finger.
    “This is why I came up here,” I said, as he took my ring and did the same. “I had to make sure this memory was real.”
    “It is, baby,” he whispered against my lips. “You are my wife.”
    “And you are my husband.”
    He picked me up and carried me downstairs, wrapping his body around me as we settled back under the sheets on our bed. I closed my eyes, the emotional and physical exhaustion of the night finally catching up to me. As I slowly began to drift to sleep, I let my mind wander. At first, all these different thoughts moved through my mind, mostly memories of the last three years that were still slowly coming back from that damaged place in my mind. And then my mind’s eye kept going back to tonight, to the conversation I had with Jonnie in the bathroom.
    There was something about the way she’d been looking at me.
    She knew about Grant, and she knew what Xander had been up to. She answered his calls, planned his days. She’d guessed that something was wrong. It was my decision to let her in on some of the details, just enough so that she would stop asking questions.
    Maybe that hadn’t been the right choice.
    As sleep played at the edges of my consciousness, a new memory began to play out in my mind:
    I was jogging down Third Street, thinking about the day’s activities. Philip had arranged for me to meet with this FBI