opardize it in any way, so cut the fucking
crap.”
His future!
“I see.”
“Look, I’m sorry for your trouble. Perhaps you should
ride it out and call their bluff.” His tone is softer.
“I don’t want to lose you, Christian.”
“I’m not yours to lose, Elena,” he snaps again.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean?” He’s brusque, angry.
“Look, I don’t want to argue with you. Your friendship
means a lot to me. I’ll back off from Anastasia. But I’m
here if you need me. I always will be.”
“Anastasia thinks that you saw me last Saturday. You
called, that’s all. Why did you tell her otherwise?”
“I wanted her to know how upset you were when she
left. I don’t want her to hurt you.”
“She knows. I’ve told her. Stop interfering. Honestly,
you’re like a mother hen.” Christian sounds more resigned,
and Elena laughs, but there’s a sad tone to her laugh.
“I know. I’m sorry. You know I care about you. I
never thought you’d end up falling in love, Christian. It’s
very gratifying to see. But I couldn’t bear it if she hurt
you.”
“I’ll take my chances,” he says dryly. “Now are you
sure you don’t want Welch to sniff around?”
She sighs hea一vily. “I suppose it wouldn’t do any harm.”
She sighs hea一vily. “I suppose it wouldn’t do any harm.”
“Okay. I’ll call him in the morning.”
I listen to them bickering, trying to figure this out. They
do sound like old friends, as Christian says. Just friends.
And she cares about him—maybe too much. Well, who
wouldn’t, if they knew him?
“Thank you, Christian. And I am sorry. I didn’t mean
to intrude. I’ll go. Next time I’ll call.”
“Good.”
She’s going! Shit! I scamper up the hallway to
Christian’s bedroom and sit down on the bed. Christian
enters a few moments later.
“She’s gone,” he says warily, gauging my reaction.
I gaze up at him, trying to frame my question. “Will you
tell me all about her? I am trying to understand why you
think she helped you.” I pause, thinking carefully about my
next sentence. “I loathe her, Christian. I think she did you
untold dam
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