Page 142 of The Broken Keys

“More? Like what?”

“You name it, we’ve probably discussed it.”

“Then you must know why Callum and I weren’t together during that time.”

The air leaves my lungs. Why can’t I get it through my thick skull that she doesn’t want to remember us or what we shared? She wants to get on with her life with Cash.

“No, Livianna. We didn’t talk about personal issues like your ex-boyfriend.”

“You mean, my boyfriend.” She forces her chin up, telling me she’s about to get defiant.

I don’t want that. “Right, your boyfriend. I apologize.”

“Thank you.” She turns back to the window, and I catch her reflection in the glass. Her expression is lost. “Callum mentioned you helped fund his label.”

“I did.”

“So, you help a lot of people.” She faces me again. “Is that what you do? Find struggling artists and give them a leg up?”

“Not exactly.” I move around my desk and lean against the front of it, maintaining distance between us. “I invest in people I believe in. People who have vision and the drive to see it through.”

“And you believed in me?”

“I still do.” My heavy stare stays connected to hers. “You built something remarkable, Livianna. The amnesia doesn’t change that.”

Her sardonic laugh tumbles out of her mouth, her fingers finding her wrist again. I cross the space between us and gently catch her hand before she can scratch.

“Don’t.” My voice is quiet but firm. “Whatever you’re feeling right now, hurting yourself isn’t the answer.”

Her eyes widen, and for a moment, I think she sees me. Really sees me. But then she pulls her hand away, and the moment shatters.

“Sorry. Old habit, I guess.” She straightens her shoulders. “So, what do I need to know about this Marcus Chen deal?”

I think for a moment. How can I be helpful without her feeling inadequate about what she remembers?

“What would you like to know, Livianna?”

She takes a deep breath. “Everything.”

“There’s nothing you remember about Lehlani Rose Designs?”

“I know why I wanted my brand to be named after her, but that’s about it.”

“In that case, why don’t we go over to your design room and get you reacquainted with your process?”

She studies me for a beat. “Why are you helping me?”

I force down the words that want to come out. “I want you to succeed.”

“Is that the only reason?”

“Why else would I be helping you?”

She shrugs, confusion swirling in her eyes. “Does my father have anything to do with it?”

“No. Nothing. I’ve already told you that.” I step closer to her, heat crawling up my chest. “My interest in you has nothing to do with your family.”

She blushes, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Well then, Mr. Crowne, let’s get on with business.”