Chapter 9

Joey/Katie POV

I screwed it up this time. Pacey only talks to me when he has to and other than that he avoids me. I keep waiting for him to throw me out but I know he won't because I can't remember my name. Maybe I should just give up the whole thing. It can't make matters worse then they are now. However, that would mean I would have to give up this life and return to the crappy one that I escaped and I'm not sure I want to do that. I just wish there was something I could do. Whoever Andie was she hurt him, a lot. But I'm not going to make matters worse to find out how.

I was again in the back room of the restaurant that Pacey called his office. Finally I had caught up to this month's books. Pacey was a great cook and quite a charmer which is obviously what kept him in business because he sucked at the money and business aspect. The only thing that kept him a little ahead was that Jen helped out when needed.

I enjoy doing the books though. It keeps my math skills sharp and I don't have to deal with annoying customers. That's the best part.

"Katie," Pacey says as he enters breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Yes?" I answer looking up from the books.

"Do you want some dinner?" Pacey asks.

"What time is it?" I had been so involved in the books and my thoughts that I hadn't paid much attention to the time.

"Almost seven," He replies.

"Oh sure I guess," I say, "I didn't realize it was so late."

Pacey brings in two plates and sits down, "I was figuring on you being hungry."

"A little presumptuous don't you think?" I question sarcastically.

"Well since you've got my books up to date I shall be forever in you debt," Pacey says.

"I was glad to have something to do," I reply. Then I ask, "So I never asked, how you got into cooking anyway?"

We continued talking for awhile until Pacey brought up the subject of my amnesia again stating, "Have any of your memories come back yet?"

"No," I reply. Then I thought about it and added, "Well some bits and pieces, nothing that I recognize."

"Well you should get the memories back soon," Pacey says. Then he adds, "Well we should get going home."

I hate the lying. I hate these conversations. I should probably just tell him, but I love this life and I don't want to give it up.