一ving crazy ex-girlfriends. Can I blame him for
that? I am so furious; yes, I can.
6. Knowing my bank account number—that’s just too
stalkery by half.
stalkery by half.
7. Buying SIP—he’s got more money than sense.
8. Insisting I stay with him—the threat from Leila must
be worse than he feared . . . he didn’t mention
that yesterday.
Oh no, realization dawns. Something’s changed. What
could that be? I halt, and Christian halts with me. “What’s
happened?” I demand.
He knits his brow. “What do you mean?”
“With Leila.”
“I’ve told you.”
“No, you ha一ven’t. There’s something else. You didn’t
insist that I go to your place yesterday. So what’s
happened?”
He shifts uncomfortably.
“Christian! Tell me!” I snap.
“She managed to ob一tain a concealed weapons permit
yesterday.”
Oh shit. I gaze at him, blinking, and feel the blood
draining from my face as I absorb this news. I may faint.
Suppose she wants to kill him? No.
“That means she can just buy a gun,” I whisper.
“Ana,” he says, his voice full of concern. He places his
hands on my shoulders, pulling me close to him. “I don’t
think she’ll do anything stupid, but—I just don’t want to
take that risk with you.”
“Not me . . . what about you?” I whisper.
He frowns down at me, and I wrap my arms around
him and hug him hard, my face against his chest. He
doesn’t seem to mind.
“Let’s get back,” he murmurs, and he reaches down
and kisses my hair, and that’s it. All my fury is gone, but
not forgotten. Dissipated under the threat of some harm
coming to Christian. The thought is unbearable.
Solemnly I pack a small case and place my Mac, the
Blackberry, my iPad, and Charlie Tango in my backpack.
“Charlie Tango’s coming, too?” Christian asks.
“Charlie Tango’s coming, too?” Christian asks.
I nod and he gives me a small, indulgent smile.
“Ethan is back Tuesday,” I mutter.
“Ethan?”
“Kate’s brother. He’s staying here until he finds a
place in Seattle.”
Christian gazes at me blankly, but I notice the
frostiness creep into his eyes.
“Well, it’s go
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