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“You were. You are.” He cups my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. “I’ve been going insane trying to make you remember.”

“I’m sorry I ran. I’m sorry I left you that morning.”

“You’re here now. That’s all that matters, and I promise you’re never going to forget another moment with me ever again.”

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LEDGER

She’sasleep in my arms on the office couch, her head on my chest, one hand curled against my shoulder. Her breathing is soft and even, and she looks younger like this. Peaceful in a way I haven’t seen since I walked into that conference room weeks ago.

My wife.

She remembers now. Remembers everything. All the pieces she lost have finally clicked back into place.

I should feel triumphant. I got what I wanted. But all I feel is this overwhelming need to protect her. To keep her safe. To make sure she never runs from me again.

I reach for my phone carefully, trying not to wake her, and text Pedro to bring the car around to the private garage entrance. Then I gather our scattered clothes, dress myself one-handed while still holding her, and gently work her back into her clothes.

She stirs as I’m buttoning her blouse. “Ledger?”

“Shh. I’m taking you home.”

“Home?”

“My home. Our home.” I brush her hair back from her face. “You’re not going back to that apartment tonight.”

The building is empty at this hour. I carry her to the private elevator, the one that goes straight to the garage, and Pedro is waiting with the car when the doors open. He takes one look at Savannah, drowsy in my arms, and doesn’t say a word, just opens the door and helps me get her settled in the back seat.

The penthouse is dark when we arrive. I carry her through the entryway, past the living room, and straight to my bedroom.

Our bedroom now, I suppose.

I set her on the bed, and she blinks up at me, more awake now.

“Are we at your house?”

“Our house.” She looks pale under the bedroom lights, and I pause. “You feeling okay?”

“Just tired. It’s been a long, interesting night.”

I start removing her shoes. “You’re not staying in that company apartment anymore.”

“Ledger—”

“We’re married, Savannah. Properly married now that you remember. You’re moving in.”

She doesn’t argue, just lets me undress her down to nothing, then we both go to take a quick shower. Afterward, I find one ofmy T-shirts for her to sleep in. It’s huge on her, falling to mid-thigh, and seeing her in my clothes does something to my chest.

I climb into bed beside her. She comes to me immediately, tucking herself against my side.

“Tell me about the search,” she says quietly. “You said you looked for me.”

“Yes. For three weeks. I tore Vegas apart the morning you left. Had every available man searching hotels, airports, and cab companies. When I realized you’d left the city, I started searching databases, social media, anything with your name on it.”

“That’s how you found me.”

“Eventually. You’re good at staying off the grid.” I run my fingers through her hair. “When I discovered you were working at my own company, I didn’t know whether to laugh or lose my mind.”