n so pleased to see him, and I scramble into the
never been so pleased to see him, and I scramble into the
car out of the rain.
Christian is in the rear seat, gazing at me, his eyes wide
and wary. He’s bracing himself for my anger, his jaw tight
and tense.
“Hi,” I murmur.
“Hi,” he replies cautiously. He reaches over and grasps
my hand, squeezing it tightly, and my heart thaws a little.
I’m so confused. I ha一ven’t even worked out what I need
to say to him.
“Are you still mad?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I murmur. He raises my hand and
lightly grazes my knuckles with soft butterfly kisses.
“It’s been a shitty day,” he says.
“Yes, it has.” But for the first time since he left for
work this morning, I begin to relax. Just being in his
company is a soothing balm, and all the shit from Jack, and
the snarky e-mails to and fro, and the nuisance that is
Elena fade into the background. It’s just me and my
control freak in the back of the car.
“It’s better now that you’re here,” he murmurs. We sit
in silence as Taylor wea一ves through the evening traffic,
both of us brooding and contemplative; but I feel Christian
slowly unwind beside me as he, too, relaxes, gently running
his thumb across my knuckles in a soft, soothing rhythm.
Taylor drops us outside the apartment building, and we
both duck inside, out of the rain. Christian clasps my hand
as we wait for the elevator, his eyes scanning the front of
the building.
“I take it you ha一ven’t found Leila yet.”
“I take it you ha一ven’t found Leila yet.”
“No. Welch is still looking for her,” he mutters
despondently.
The elevator arrives and in we step. Christian glances
down at me, his gray eyes unreadable. Oh, he just looks
glorious—tousled hair, white shirt, dark suit. And suddenly
it’s there, from nowhere, that feeling. Oh my—the longing,
the lust, the electricity. If it were visible, it would be an
intense blue aura around and between us it’s so strong. His
lips part as he gazes at me.
“Do you feel it?” he breathes.
“Yes.”
“Oh, Ana.”
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