us.”
I peek around to see him scanning the tent by the
doorway. Sawyer is with him. They are looking anywhere
but at us.
but at us.
“Look, we don’t ha一ve long,” she says hurriedly. “It
must be obvious to you that Christian is in love with you. I
ha一ve never seen him like this, ever.” She emphasizes the
last word.
What? Loves me? No. Why is she telling me? To
reassure me? I don’t understand.
“He won’t tell you because he probably doesn’t realize
it himself, notwithstanding what I’ve said to him, but that’s
Christian. He’s not very attuned to any positive feelings
and emotions he may ha一ve. He dwells far too much on the
negative. But then you’ve probably worked that out for
yourself. He doesn’t think he’s worthy.”
I am reeling. Christian loves me? He hasn’t said it,
and this woman has told him that’s how he feels? How
bizarre.
A hundred images dance through my head: the iPad,
the gliding, flying to see me, all his actions, his
possessiveness, one hundred thousand dollars for a dance.
Is this love?
And hearing it from this woman, ha一ving her confirm it
for me is, frankly, unwelcome. I’d rather hear it from him.
My heart constricts. He feels unworthy? Why?
“I’ve never seen him so happy, and it’s obvious that
you ha一ve feelings for him, too.” A brief smile flits across
her lips. “That’s great, and I wish you both the best of
everything. But what I wanted to say is if you hurt him
again, I will find you, lady, and it won’t be pleasant when I
do.”
She stares at me, ice-cold blue eyes boring into my
She stares at me, ice-cold blue eyes boring into my
skull, trying to get under my mask. Her threat is so
astonishing, so off the wall that an involuntary, disbelieving
giggle escapes me. Of all the things she could say to me,
this is the least expected.
“You think this is funny, Anastasia?” she splutters in
dismay. “You didn’t see him last Saturday.”
My face falls and darkens. The thought of Christian
unhappy is not a palatable one, and last Saturday I left
him. He must ha一ve go
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