ut Mrs. R? Yes, she cares for him, and
deeply, it would appear. I can see that, and he cares for
her—but not in the same way. I don’t know what to think
anymore. All this information is making my head hurt.
Christian wakes me just as we pull up outside Escala. “Do
I need to carry you in?” he asks gently.
I shake my head sleepily. No way.
As we stand in the elevator, I lean against him, putting
my head against his shoulder. Sawyer stands in front of us,
shifting uncomfortably.
“It’s been a long day, eh, Anastasia?”
I nod.
“Tired?”
I nod.
“You’re not very talkative.”
I nod and he grins.
“Come. I’ll put you to bed.” He takes my hand as we
exit the elevator, but we stop in the foyer when Sawyer
holds up his hand. In that split second, I am instantly wide
awake. Sawyer talks into his sleeve. I had no idea that he
was wearing a radio.
“Will do, T,” he says and turns to face us. “Mr. Grey,
the tires on Ms. Steele’s Audi ha一ve been slashed and paint
thrown all over it.”
Holy shit. My car! Who would do that? And I know
Holy shit. My car! Who would do that? And I know
the answer as soon as the question materializes in my
mind. Leila. I glance up at Christian, and he blanches.
“Taylor is concerned that the perp may ha一ve entered
the apartment and may still be there. He wants to make
sure.”
“I see,” Christian whispers. “What’s Taylor’s plan?”
“He’s coming up in the service elevator with Ryan and
Reynolds. They’ll do a sweep then give us the all clear.
I’m to wait with you, sir.”
“Thank you, Sawyer.” Christian tightens his arm
around me. “This day just gets better and better,” he sighs
bitterly, nuzzling my hair. “Listen, I can’t stand here and
wait. Sawyer, take care of Miss Steele. Don’t let her in
until you ha一ve the all clear. I am sure Taylor is
overreacting. She can’t get into the apartment.”
What? “No, Christian—you ha一ve to stay with me,” I
plead.
Christian releases me. “Do as you’re told, Anastasia.
Wait here.”
No!
“Sawyer?” Christian says.
Sawyer opens the foyer door t
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