aces I’ve been. This is a short discussion, since
I ha一ve never been anywhere except the continental US.
I ha一ve never been anywhere except the continental US.
Christian, on the other hand, has tra一veled the world. We
slip into an easier, happier conversation, talking about all
the places he’s visited.
After our tasty and filling meal, Christian drives back to
Escala, Eva Cassidy’s gentle sweet voice singing over the
speakers. It allows me a peaceful interlude in which to
think. I ha一ve had a mind-blowing day. Dr. Greene, our
shower, Christian’s admission, making love at the hotel
and on the boat, buying the car. Even Christian himself has
been so different. It’s as if he’s letting go of something or
rediscovering something—I don’t know.
Who knew he could be so sweet? Did he?
When I glance at him, he, too, looks lost in thought. It
strikes me then that he never really had an adolescence—a
normal one anyway. I shake my head.
My mind drifts back to the ball and dancing with Dr.
Flynn and Christian’s fear that Flynn had told me all about
Flynn and Christian’s fear that Flynn had told me all about
him. Christian is still hiding something from me. How can
we move on if he feels that way?
He thinks I might lea一ve if I know him. He thinks that I
might lea一ve if he’s himself. Oh, this man is so
complicated.
As we get closer to his home, he starts radiating
tension until it becomes palpable. As we drive, he scans
the sidewalks and side alleys, his eyes darting everywhere,
and I know he’s looking for Leila. I start looking, too.
Every young brunette is a suspect, but we don’t see her.
When he pulls into the garage, his mouth is set in a
tense, grim line. I wonder why we’ve come back here if
he’s going to be so wary and uptight. Sawyer is in the
garage, patrolling. The defiled Audi is gone. He comes to
open my door as Christian pulls in beside the SUV.
“Hello, Sawyer,” I murmur my greeting.
“Miss Steele.” He nods. “Mr. Grey.”
“No sign?” Christian asks.
“No, sir.”
Christian nod
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