Free Chasing Memories: The Forevermore Series, Book 2 by Anna James Page A

“Thanks.”
    “You remembered something, didn’t you?”
    Her startled eyes met his. “A quick flash, but how did you know?”
    “You said, ‘no, not again’.”
    “I was traveling in a car during a horrific downpour.” She frowned. “But that’s all I remember.”
    “Can you tell me who was driving?”
    “I don’t know. I can’t see.”
    “There was a terrible storm the night of your accident,” Lucas whispered.
    Her mother had told her the same. Were the visions in her mind just now flashes of memory? She couldn’t be sure.
    Damn it, damn it, damn it. India wanted to scream, or throw something, anything to quell the uncertainty roiling around inside her. This waiting for her brain to remember the lost time was driving her bonkers. If she regained her memory. And that was a big if. With retrograde amnesia, she might never recall any of what happened during those two months. No. She wouldn’t consider that outcome. Pockets of memories had already surfaced, and she had every reason to believe the rest would return. At some point in time, but when, she had no idea. “I’m not very hungry any more. Do you think we can go back to the hotel?”
    “No problem.”
    Lucas pulled the Z4 under the portico at the main entrance to the Acquati ten minutes later. She opened the door herself, not waiting for him to come around and hold it for her. She wanted—no, needed—to get out of this car. Now. “I’ll meet you back in your office in a few minutes. I need to get my laptop from my room.” Work—she’d concentrate on her designs for the rest of the day. And order delivery for dinner. No way would she venture out until the weather improved.
    Lucas nodded. “Sounds good. You can show me your preliminary concepts.”
    Great. Just great. She didn’t have any. She’d been too busy daydreaming.
    India got out and he drove away. She strode to the elevator, stepped into the waiting car and hit the button for the second level. The doors closed. She used the time to develop a couple of basic layout options as the car ascended.
    Reconfigure the bathroom. Enclose the commode. Spa tub. Separate shower. The bell dinged indicating she’d arrived at her destination. India took a few strides, then stopped partway down the hall and did a double take. Scaffolding? What the hell? Who set it up and why? There’d been no work scheduled for this area. She glanced around. Drop cloths and paint cans littered the hall. Tools lay scattered everywhere. Did she select the wrong floor? She’d been engrossed in her thoughts and might have. Turning, she strode back to summon the elevator again.
    A loud noise filled the air. India whirled. The scaffolding… Dear God, it started to fall. Buckets, cans and other debris crashed down. Pain lanced through her right shoulder. What the hell hit her? She crumpled to the floor. Hit the cement. Hard.

Chapter Ten
    A knock at the office door had Lucas lifting his head from the computer screen. “Come in, Brett.”
    Brett ambled over to the desk. “Is there anything else you need before I leave?”
    “No, and thank you again for helping Amanda with the office move.”
    “It’s no trouble. Lord knows you’ve been there for me over the years.”
    Lucas didn’t know Brett when Brett had lost his brother in a horrific car accident at the end of his senior year of high school. They’d met the first year of college. Brett returned after Thanksgiving break shattered over the death of his mother. He could sympathize having suffered through similar experiences, and they’d become friends.
    “I spoke with our sales group at home and blocked off use of one of the smaller meeting rooms for the next month, and Amanda has arranged to have movers transport the office equipment to us the day after tomorrow. If everything goes smoothly, I should be back at the end of the week.”
    “Good.”
    “If there’s nothing more, I’m going to head out. My flight leaves in a couple of hours, and I need to