Page 128 of The Billionaire Boss and the Barista

Garrett pressed his lips to her hairline. “Done,” he mumbled, wrapping his arm tighter around her. “What do you think of Desjardin?”

“He seems okay.” She tipped her head back to look at him. “Why do you ask?”

“I don’t like him.”

“The medication thing isn’t his fault. Dr. Saha might have told me about building up to the dose and I forgot. Or maybe it would have happened anyway, even if I had done it the right way.”

“Today took ten years off my life,” he growled. “But that’s not what I’m talking about.”

Emma didn’t hear anything after the first part. It made her stomach hurt. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

His hand reached up to cup the back of her neck. He squeezed lightly, his touch reassuring. “Hey. It wasn’t your fault. Never think I blame you. I’m simply reacting to what might have happened. I almost lost you today and I’m deflecting by focusing on the doctor and his inappropriatebehavior.”

His what now?“What are you talking about?”

“The good doctor was clearly upset to learn that you’re married.”

He rubbed his fingers on her neck again, the touch distinctly possessive this time.

She would have laughed if she had the energy. “That’s crazy. He didn’t say anything like that.”

“I saw his reaction. That was disappointment.”

“You were standing behind him!”

He sniffed. “I know what I know.”

His jealousy was adorable. “Trust me, a womanknowswhen a man is interested in her—even one with brain damage. To him, I’m an interesting case. Traumatic memory loss like mine isn’t that common. He doesn’t want me. Not like that.”

Garrett sniffed. “What he wants from you is a HIPPA violation.”

Emma snickered. “I think you’re projecting. I also don’t think you know what a HIPPA violation is.”

“Of course, I’m projecting. Doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”

Emma let her weight rest against his broad chest. “I’m sorry.”

He squeezed her to him. “Don’t be. The only person at fault is me. I shouldn’t have been so eager to mess with your medication. From now on I’ll take much better care of you.”

His voice rang with self-recrimination.

Okay, she had to stop this before he spiraled. “I did some research after the fact. The new medicationissupposed to be better. I wouldn’t have taken it if it wasn’t.”

He was already shaking his head. She put her hand on his chest, over his heart. “You want what’s best for me. And I know I don’t always act like it, but I want that too. I got complacent with all my pills. I also stopped doing the exercises the physical therapist prescribed before I met you too. But I’m going to get back on track. I’ll start working out and taking these new and improved meds.”

“I shouldn’t have insisted.”

“Theydohave fewer side effects. Not just for me, but for a baby.”

Garrett jerked.

“Or should I say developing fetus?” Emma bit her lip. “Dr. Sahamentioned that you had concerns about that when she first prescribed them. Which just goes to show how far ahead you were planning.”

“No, I wasn’t.” He stopped and scowled—at himself. “All right, maybe I was. But it was too soon to consider making a baby. That hasn’t changed. We need to focus on your recovery. There isn’t room for anything else.”

“So, you weren’t planning on knocking me up?” she joked, but it was weak.

“Not yet. Someday. But not yet.”

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