ense.
They are still deep in discussion. Christian is talking
rapidly to Elena, and she looks worried, nodding,
grimacing, and shaking her head. Reaching out, she rubs
his arm soothingly while biting her lip. Another nod, and
she glances at me and offers me a small reassuring smile.
I can only stare at her stony-faced. I think I’m in
shock. How could he bring me here?
She murmurs something to Christian, and he looks my
way briefly then turns back to her and replies. She nods,
and I think she’s wishing him luck, but my lip-reading skills
aren’t highly developed.
aren’t highly developed.
Fifty strides back to me, anxiety etched on his face.
Damn right. Mrs. Robinson returns to the back room,
closing the door behind her.
Christian frowns. “Are you okay?” he asks, but his
voice is strained, cautious.
“Not really. You didn’t want to introduce me?” My
voice sounds cold, hard.
His mouth drops open, he looks as if I’ve pulled the
rug from under his feet.
“But I thought—”
“For a bright man, sometimes . . .” Words fail me. “I’d
like to go, please.”
“Why?”
“You know why.” I roll my eyes.
He gazes down at me, his eyes burning.
“I’m sorry, Ana. I didn’t know she’d be here. She’s
never here. She’s opened a new branch at the Bra一vern
Center, and that’s where she’s normally based. Someone
was sick today.”
I turn on my heel and head for the door.
“We won’t need Franco, Greta,” Christian snaps as
we head out of the door. I ha一ve to suppress the impulse to
run. I want to run fast and far away. I ha一ve an
overwhelming urge to cry. I just need to get away from all
this fuckedupness.
Christian walks wordlessly beside me as I try to mull
all this over in my head. Wrapping my arms protectively
around myself, I keep my head down, a一voiding the trees
on Second Avenue. Wisely, he makes no move to touch
me. My mind is boiling with unanswered questions. Will
Mr. Evasive fess up?
“You used to take your subs there?” I snap.
“Some of them, yes,” he says quietly, his tone clipped.
“Leila?”
“Yes.”
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