One Southern Cowboy - Jennifer Youngblood Page 0,45

music to his label, but they weren’t interested. Said my music is not original enough for them. Hartley has one of my demos. I’m waiting to hear what she thinks of it. Of course, it’ll have to wait until she and Ramsey get back from their honeymoon.”

“I’m sure if Hartley can help, she will,” Knox responded. He looked at Jaxson. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Where was I?” Jaxson asked.

“At the part where I’d just graduated from design school,” Lemon supplied.

Jaxson was pleased to note that Lemon’s short-term memory was fully intact. He continued his narrative. “You apprenticed under a famous shoe designer before launching your company, which you co-founded with your friend from the design school.”

Lemon’s eyes rounded to blue saucers. “How do you know all of this?”

He offered a sheepish grin. “It’s all online.”

Her head swung back and forth. “Wow,” she uttered. A minute later, she turned to Lexi. “Was I happy living in LA?”

“You were getting tired of the city—all the noise and commotion. You’d toyed with the idea of selling out to Shade and moving back to the South.” Lexi pulled a face. “This is all so strange. I can’t believe you don’t remember any of this.”

“Amnesia is a kick in the pants,” Lemon muttered darkly.

Knox steepled his hands beneath his chin. “What’s the relationship between Lemon and Wesley Livingston? Were they a couple?”

Jaxson sucked in a quick breath. He wondered if Lemon had noticed.

Lexi grunted. “Wesley wishes.” She looked at Lemon. “You went out with Wesley a few times but then told me it wasn’t going to work. You said he made you feel smothered.”

Lemon gasped. “That’s exactly how I felt in my dream.” She let go of Jaxson’s hand, her fingers circling around her neck.

“Your memory must be coming back,” Lexi said dryly. “Wesley acts like he owns you.” She gritted her teeth. “It drives me crazy. If it were me, I would’ve given him the boot a long time ago.”

“Why didn’t she?” Jaxson shot back. He regretted his outburst when he saw Lemon’s tremulous expression.

“Wesley puts up a good front for Lemon, going on about how much he respects her, how he treasures her friendship.” Lexi looked at Lemon. “But you were starting to see through the charade. Wesley was losing his hold on you, and it was driving him nuts.”

Lemon started talking fast. “Does Wesley have a house near the ocean?”

“Yes, he does. I believe it’s in Naples, Florida.” Lexi held up a finger. “I almost forgot to mention that Wesley stopped by the restaurant yesterday. He was demanding to know where you were.” She smirked. “Can you believe he had the audacity to insinuate that I was hiding you from him? The jerk!” she scoffed.

A chill ran through Jaxson. Wesley Livingston was sounding like a stalker. He tightened his fist, thinking how he’d like to punch the weasel into next week.

“Did you tell Wesley where I was?” Lemon asked, her voice strained.

Lexi spread her hands. “I didn’t know where you were. I told him the truth—that I hadn’t heard from you.” Her brows knitted. “Wesley seemed more agitated than normal. It got me worried. That’s when I started calling and texting you. When I couldn’t reach you, I called Shade. She hadn’t heard from you since you left LA a couple days earlier and had been trying to reach you also. Then, I talked to Lucas and he told me about the amnesia and that you were here, with Jaxson.” Her gaze moved to Jaxson’s bandaged ankle, resting on the floor. “Lucas told me about your accident.” She pressed her lips together in sympathy. “I’m so sorry, cuz.”

“It’s all good,” Jaxson said easily.

Knox leaned forward, bringing his hands together. “Maybe it’s time we showed Lemon a picture of Wesley Livingston. See if she remembers him.”

“Good idea.” Jaxson turned to Lemon. “Then, we need to go to the police station and see if it’s your phone that they found. After that, we’ll stop by your old home-place.”

Lemon placed a hand on Jaxson’s arm. “I don’t want to tire you out.”

“I can take you,” Lexi offered.

“Nope,” Jaxson countered. “I’m going.” He gave Lemon a defiant look, daring her to disagree.

Lemon shrugged. “Okay, I’m just worried about you.”

Lexi giggled. “Well, at least some good has come out of the whole amnesia thing.” She nudged Lemon. “You finally worked up the nerve to tell Jaxson how you feel about him.” Lexi flashed a wicked grin at Jaxson. “She’s always been crazy about you, but she was