Chapter Fourty Three

Damian

I hung up the phone with a grimace and leaned back in my leather chair. I put my hands behind my head and stared up at the ceiling.

I had to return to New York. Tony had called me with the news just moments ago, and i greeted the fact with a discomfort that was alien to me. Worse, i had had to inform my father that another of our designs had been stolen. We were understandably furious. With Hope. How would they react when they learned I had every intention of marrying her as soon as possible?

I was torn between wanting Hope to go with me and wanting to keep her sheltered here on the island. Away from any chance she might remember. Away from the judgment and animosity of my family.

The beginnings of a headache plagued me as I considered the selfishness of that particular thought. I knew, though, that when she remembered, and the doctors had assured me that she would, things would irrevocably change between us.

I should still be furious with her, and i should be working to