“It's alright, Elijah," I comforted him and held his hand.
“The thing that really scares me is, if I get my memory back, how will it affect my thoughts from now? I mean will this remain, or will they get wiped, or will I just automatically revert back to how I was? A good example would be tonight. Is it possible for me to remember this night with you, or will it dissapear from my memory? God, that is so fucking spooky,” he said.
We continued to talk about personal things and how much he could remember of his family and of Peter, growing up as a younger brother and being left with a billion-dollar company. Elijah explained he had no idea of his mom or his dad, and Peter was just a stranger. He was shocked that the company had not been split 50-50 with his brother.
Somewhere in his past, something must have happened that changed the course of events. Elijah must have thought if these came flooding back, it could be hurtful to everyone again who was involved the first time around, apart from his father. He had passed away.
I could see that Elijah was scared, not of external things, but internal stuff. The stuff he’d yet to face.
He explained he had a vague recollection of some places and that they were highly familiar and where he had been a regular. The office looked sort of familiar but only from the outside.
We had finished as much as we could of the food as we could and were totally stuffed. So, we continued to chat about my past and what it was like to grow up in the country.
Elijah seemed keen on hearing tales of my exploits when I learned how to ride horses and all the different animals we had. Wow... this really was a totally different man than the one I had known not all that long ago.
Once the food had settled, Elijah drove me home and parked the car on the street.
“I had a great night tonight, Kendall. It felt special, like it was my first date ever. I must admit, I was nervous at first, but you are just so easy to be around,” he said the words in a soft, beautiful tone.
“I enjoyed it, too, it was very different to my normal nights of TV or visiting my friend and talking to my mom on the phone, I only have Bo in my life, he’s the only man I have had for a while,” I explained.
“Well, in that case, if you are you free tomorrow evening, I would love to take you out again, and this time, not for just burgers,” he said with a cheeky grin.
“I would love to go out again,” I replied as my stomach rumbled in hunger.
“So, tomorrow. It’s a date. No claiming you have a work meeting or anything,” he said as he stood before me looking handsome. His wavy brown hair shifted in the light, summer breeze.
“So, goodnight and see you tomorrow,” I said feeling the chemistry between us as I slipped from the car and headed inside.
I entered inside and closed my door. I leaned against the door, and I stood and pondered about how Elijah actually became so charming. I wished it would stay for a long time.
"Yippee," I sounded as Bo ran to me in excitement. "I think I'm falling for him, Bo!"
Chapter Fifteen
Elijah
I stood in the closet as I pondered what to wear, I looked in the closet and thought it must have been easy before when I appeared to be a real dirtbag, just grab anything and it would do to look cool. And if they didn’t like it, I wasn’t going to care.
I wanted to set a good impression, I had no idea how much Kendall knew of me, but since I didn’t know, I wanted to treat her as if it was the first time I had seen her, and in my mind, it actually was the first time.
I opted for black jeans and a figure hugging Rocha Jon Rocha top, it was casually styled and showed off my ripped body a treat, even if I had lost my memory, looking good was still a priority. And my clothes now had to tell a different story.
I had just gotten dressed and made my way downstairs. I could see the headlights of Peter's car as he headed up the driveway. I had so much I wanted to tell him about the previous night’s date with Kendall.
“Hi, Pete. How you are doing?” I asked as he entered the kitchen.
“Not, bad, how you been doing? How are you getting on with work?” he replied.
“Forget that, all that is okay, I had a date with Kendall last night, it was awesome,” I beamed.
“I was nervous as hell, I may have dated a lot before from what you told me, but fuck, this was scary. She’s a beautiful woman and so kind. I felt sorry for her, as her dog died a short while ago, and I might even take her to buy another one." I was excited by my own words.
“She must have been impressed with you,” Peter replied as he grinned from ear-to-ear.
“I think so. We’re going out again tonight. I might take her for Italian, a bit of wine and candlelight to set the mood. What do you think?” I asked in the hopes that he would help out.
“That’s a great idea, you will have plenty of time to talk,” he still grinned at me.