er the Sound.
“Asymmetrical sail. For speed.” Christian answers my
unasked question.
“It’s amazing.” I can think of nothing better to say. I
ha一ve the most ridiculous grin on my face as we whip
through the water, heading for the majesty of the Olympic
Mountains and Bainbridge Island. Glancing back, I see
Seattle shrinking behind us, Mount Rainier in the far
distance.
I had not really appreciated how beautiful and rugged
Seattle’s surrounding landscape is—verdant, lush, and
temperate, tall evergreens and cliff faces jutting out here
and there. It has a wild but serene beauty on this glorious
sunny afternoon that takes my breath away. The stillness is
stunning compared to our speed as we whip across the
water.
“How fast are we going?”
“She’s doing 15 knots.”
“I ha一ve no idea what that means.”
“It’s about 17 miles an hour.”
“Is that all? It feels much faster.”
He squeezes my hands, smiling. “You look lovely,
Anastasia. It’s good to see some color in your cheeks . . .
and not from blushing. You look like you do in José’s
photos.”
I turn and kiss him.
“You know how to show a girl a good time, Mr.
Grey.”
Grey.”
“We aim to please, Miss Steele.” He scoops my hair
out of the way and kisses the back of my neck, sending
delicious tingles down my spine. “I like seeing you happy,”
he murmurs and tightens his arms around me.
I gaze out over the wide blue water, wondering what I
could possibly ha一ve done in the past to ha一ve fortune smile
and deliver this beautiful man to me.
Yes, you’re a lucky bitch, my subconscious snaps.
But you ha一ve your work cut out with him. He’s not
going to want this vanilla crap forever . . . you’re
going to ha一ve to compromise. I glare mentally at her
snarky, insolent face and rest my head against Christian’s
chest. But deep down I know my subconscious is right,
but I banish the thoughts. I don’t want to spoil my day.
An hour later, we are anchored in a small, secluded cove
off Bainbridge Island. Mac has gone ashore in the
inflatable—for what, I don’t
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