All Good Things(7)

David sighed. "Jeez," he shot a glare to Jace, who shifted uncomfortably, before focusing on me. "How old do you think you are?"

I shrugged. What if I was missing time? I would feel humiliated saying I had only just turned twenty-two. I coughed and mumbled. "Twenty-two."

David smiled and nodded. What did that mean? "And what is the last thing you remember?"

I bristled, uncomfortably. "I remember," I looked at Jace with wide, uncomfortable eyes.

"Jace, I think you should step out into the hall." David said, sternly. Jace looked murderous at his command, but he nodded and shifted.

My heart lurched and I felt suddenly panicked. "No, he can stay."

Jace turned to stare at me with those intense eyes and I felt as though I were about to melt into a puddle on the bed. David sighed. "Are you sure?"

I nodded. "I'm sure."

He shrugged as though he had been overthrown and gestured to the chair. "Sit over there and don't say a thing." He commanded. Jace nodded tensely. He didn't look like a man who was easily dominated, but he obliged.

David shifted so he was sitting half on the bed. "Now, what is the last thing you remember?"

I thought for a moment, trying hard to remember some semblance of a life where Jace existed before I cracked. He held no place in my memory. "I remember being on my way home. I was texting my best friend and roommate, Trisha."

David nodded and a hint of a smile touched his lips. "Well, it seems as though your memory is intact."





Chapter 2

My memory was intact. That just didn't make an iota of sense. Jace was here. He knew me. It was obvious he knew me, but I didn't know him. I couldn't remember him at all. How was my memory intact, if I couldn't even remember his eyes? I knew for the rest of my life I would never forget his eyes. I was so confused and frustrated. The emotions were leaking from my body in the form of tears.

What was wrong with me? I never cried. My family had always told me my emotions were combustible. Over the years, I had grown a thick protective layer around my heart that kept situations like this from arising. I never allowed my emotions to surface until I was safely locked behind closed doors. I hated crying in front of others. It was a weakness I never allowed myself to succumb to. I couldn't lower myself to that action now. I survived for years without showing fear or pain. It was, in part, the reason why I had chosen to move to New York. After my grandfather passed, I couldn't live near my family. It was too much pain and no relief. I needed an out, and my inheritance had given it to me.

I shook the thought from my mind and looked at David. For the first time since he walked through the door, I was seeing him. He was young. Probably, five years older than Jace and he was handsome. He was not particularly my type, but then who was I kidding? I didn't have a type.

"I don't understand." I finally mumbled. "I don't remember meeting Jace. Ever."

David nodded and Jace sighed as he stood from the chair he had been instructed to remain sitting in. His features were tense and his eyes looked saddened. "We have never met. Not officially, anyway."

My brows furrowed and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Please explain."

"You were in a car accident." He stated as though he had rehearsed the speech. "I was there, I saw the whole thing happen. I pulled you from the car and rode with you in the ambulance to the hospital. You were in a coma for four days."

My heart thumped erratically in my chest as I stared dumbfounded at him. Four days? Crap! "It's Monday?"

Jace frowned at my response, but he nodded. "Yes."

"No!" I covered my face with my hands as my mind worked to think of a way to fix the mess I was in. I had had meetings out the ass for the building I just leased. Obviously, I'd missed them all.

"What is it?" Jace asked. His tone told me he was determined to fix all my problems. As if!

I waved my hand and sighed. "It's nothing." I narrowed my eyes at him again. "What are you doing here? I get why you rode with me to the hospital and all, but why are you still here? Don't you have a life of your own?" I was pissy, and apparently, I was taking it out on him.

Surprise flashed in his eyes and David laughed as he stood from the side of the bed. "You're going to have your hands full with this one." He looked at me, ignoring Jace's scowl. "You need to stay awake for the next few hours, but you can leave in the morning."

"Thank you, Dr. Bower." I smiled politely before turning back to look at Jace with a scowl on my face. I didn't trust him. I didn't know him and he was way to beautiful to be trusted. "Are you going to answer my questions?" I snapped, as David walked from the room, still chuckling.