REMEMBER US: A Billionaire Romance (Part One) by Glenna Sinclair Page A

I had to admit, Xander was really good looking. He was not the kind of guy I’d ever imagined myself being with. I’d always been attracted to the class nerd, the kind of doughy guy who knew all the answers but had this sort of vulnerability about him. There didn’t seem to be anything vulnerable about Xander. In fact, he was the complete opposite. Confidence seeped from his pores. And that cocky smile was as gorgeous as it was infuriating. I felt like he was teasing me each time it came out. But it also made me feel like I’d suddenly become the star in some sort of drama…I don’t know, it was hard to explain even to myself.
    “My parents still have their vet business?”
    “Yes. Your father announced last Christmas that he never intends to retire and your mother rolled her eyes at him. But they’ve been training a young vet, David something or other. I think your mother’s hoping he’ll take over some of your father’s duties in the next few years.”
    “David Garcia?”
    “That might be it.”
    “He used to hang around the house a lot when we were kids. He liked watching my dad work.”
    “He seems like a nice guy. He got married last year to Rachel Thomas? You said she was your friend in high school.”
    “Rachel?” I smiled. “Yeah. Good for her. She always had a crush on David.”
    “She works with your mom in the office now, taking calls and scheduling patients.”
    I nodded. “I guess that should make Charlie feel better about choosing human patients over the animal kind.”
    Xander suddenly burst into laughter.
    “What?”
    He shook his head. “That just reminded me of an argument your father and you got into at Christmas. Your father was lamenting the fact that none of his children chose to walk in his footsteps and you said something about how a father should want his children to follow their own chosen path. You were so angry afterward…”
    “And that’s funny?”
    “No, not that part. It’s funny because afterward you and Charlie snuck a bottle of brandy out of your father’s stash and got drunk in the barn. I found the two of you curled up on a hay bale, snoring so loudly the horses were kicking restlessly at their stall doors.”
    “I don’t snore.”
    “You do, babe. When you’re drunk, you do.”
    I couldn’t help the smile that jumped to my lips. I kind of liked when he teased me.
    “But then you were so hungover the next day, your mother threatened to call the doctor because she thought you had food poisoning or something. You finally had to break down and tell her the truth. She wouldn’t speak to you for the rest of the day.”
    “Sounds like my mom.”
    “Your parents are a piece of work. When you told them you were moving here to live with me, I thought their heads were going to explode.”
    “I really lived here with you before the wedding?”
    Something about his expression changed, as his eyes moved slowly over me. It made my belly turn to liquid and my bones threaten to melt. And when he reached over and slid a finger over the back of my hand, it felt so familiar that I was pretty sure my body was remembering it—even if my mind couldn’t.
    “It took a lot of discussion to convince you to do it. But once you agreed, you were ready to do it immediately. We couldn’t get your house packed quick enough.”
    “I had a house?”
    “A nice little cottage on the outskirts of town. It had a metallic building out back that you turned into a studio. You constantly complained that there wasn’t enough light inside of it despite the many windows you had put into the sides. You said you needed skylights to get the light just right and then your paintings would be as perfect as your skill could make them.”
    “That’s sounds like me.”
    “That’s where I found you, the night of our first date. I knocked on the front door for fifteen minutes before I made my way around back. And there you were, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a tank top that was covered