一ve a hairdresser arriving at one—
Franco De Luca.”
“Miss Steele,” Taylor nods at me.
“Hi, Taylor. You ha一ve a daughter?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“How old is she?”
“She’s seven.”
Christian gazes at me impatiently.
“She lives with her mother,” Taylor clarifies.
“Oh, I see.”
Taylor smiles at me. This is unexpected. Taylor’s a
father? I follow Christian into the great room, intrigued by
this information.
I glance around. I ha一ven’t been here since I walked
out.
“Are you hungry?”
I shake my head. Christian gazes at me for a beat and
decides not to argue.
“I ha一ve to make a few calls. Make yourself at home.”
“Okay.”
Christian disappears into his study, lea一ving me standing
in the huge art gallery he calls home and wondering what
to do with myself.
Clothes! Picking up my backpack, I wander upstairs
to my bedroom and check out the walk-in closet. It’s still
full of clothes—all brand new with price tags still attached.
Three long evening dresses, three cocktail dresses, and
three more for everyday wear. All this must ha一ve cost a
three more for everyday wear. All this must ha一ve cost a
fortune.
I check the tag on one of the evening dresses: $2,998.
Holy fuck. I sink to the floor.
This isn’t me. I put my head in my hands and try to
process the last few hours. It’s exhausting. Why, oh why
ha一ve I fallen for someone who is plain crazy—beautiful,
sexy as fuck, richer than Croesus, and crazy with a capital
K?
I fish my Blackberry out of my backpack and call my
mom.
“Ana, honey! It’s been so long. How are you,
darling?”
“Oh, you know . . .”
“What’s wrong? Still not worked it out with
Christian?”
“Mom, it’s complicated. I think he’s nuts. That’s the
problem.”
“Tell me about it. Men, there’s just no reading them
sometimes. Bob’s wondering if our move to Georgia was
sometimes. Bob’s wondering if our move to Georgia was
a good one.”
“What?”
“Yeah, he’s talking about going back to Vegas.”
Oh, someone else has problems. I’m not the only one.
Christian appears in the doorway. “There you are. I
tho
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