is not your decision
to make.”
He runs his hand through his hair as he stares at me.
Seconds, minutes tick by as we glare at each other.
“Sawyer will come with you.”
“Christian, that’s not necessary. You’re being
irrational.”
“Irrational?” he growls. “Either he comes with you, or I
will be really irrational and keep you here.”
He wouldn’t, would he? “How, exactly?”
“Oh, I’d find a way, Anastasia. Don’t push me.”
“Okay!” I concede, holding up both my hands,
placating him. Holy fuck—Fifty is back with a
vengeance.
vengeance.
We stand, scowling at each other.
“Okay—Sawyer can come with me if it makes you feel
better.” I concede rolling my eyes. Christian narrows his
and takes a menacing step in my direction. I immediately
step back. He stops and takes a deep breath, closes his
eyes, and runs both his hands through his hair. Oh no. Fifty
is well and truly wound up.
“Shall I give you a tour?”
A tour? Are you kidding me? “Okay,” I mutter
warily. Another change of tack—Mr. Mercurial is back in
town. He holds out his hand and when I take it, he
squeezes mine softly.
“I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“You didn’t. I was just getting ready to run,” I quip.
“Run?” Christian eyes widen.
“I’m joking!” Oh jeez.
He leads me out of the closet, and I take a moment to
calm down. Adrenaline is still coursing through my body.
A fight with Fifty is not to be undertaken lightly.
A fight with Fifty is not to be undertaken lightly.
He gives me a tour of the apartment, showing me the
various rooms. Along with the playroom and three spare
bedrooms upstairs, I’m intrigued to find that Taylor and
Mrs. Jones ha一ve a wing to themselves—a kitchen,
spacious living area, and a bedroom each. Mrs. Jones has
not yet returned from visiting her sister who lives in
Portland.
Downstairs, the room that catches my eye is opposite
his study—a TV room with a too-large plasma screen and
assorted games consoles. It’s cozy.
“So you do ha一ve an Xbox?” I smirk.
“Yes, but I’m crap at it. Elliot always beats me. That
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