Francesca opened her eyes—and met a man’s assessing gaze.

Only one second.

That was all it took for her to be sure.

Julian hadn’t gotten his memory back.

After surgery, he was still weak. When he spoke, his voice came out rough and hoarse. “Francesca? Sorry. I still can’t remember anything from before.”

Francesca gently held his hand and smiled, warmth spilling into her eyes. “It’s okay if you can’t remember! ...