Chapter 11

“What’s going on?”

Dane sighed. “Oliver was in the car with you, but his injuries were not as serious as yours.”

“Why was he in the car with me? Was he my friend? Or something more?”

“You were dating.”

Guy stared at him. “He was my boyfriend?”

“You had been dating for a while. Around six months, I think.”

“Six months? I don’t understand.”

“I don’t want to pretend that I know exactly what Oliver was thinking. I only met him a few times.”

“Did he talk to you, though? What did he say?”

“He didn’t think he could help you while he was healing himself. When we discussed your needs and the care you would require, he made it clear that he wanted me to be fully responsible for it.”

“But why didn’t you ever mention him?”

Dane studied the chocolate chips dotting his ice cream. “Because I didn’t want you to know that somebody you cared about couldn’t be counted on. Not right now, anyway. I thought we’d discuss it when you got your memory back.”