her and taking all
of us by surprise. With a slight frown, she moves farther
into the room.
“Yes, I get the message. I’m not here to see you. Like
I said, Christian rarely has company during the week.” She
pauses. “I ha一ve a problem, and I need to talk to Christian
about it.”
“Oh?” Christian straightens up. “Do you want a
drink?”
“Yes, please,” she murmurs gratefully.
Christian fetches a glass while Elena and I stand
awkwardly gazing at each other. She fidgets with a large
silver ring on her middle finger, while I don’t know where
to look. Finally, she gives me a small tight smile and
approaches the kitchen island and sits on the bar stool at
the end. She obviously knows the place well and feels
comfortable moving around here.
Do I stay? Do I go? Oh, this is so difficult. My
subconscious scowls at the woman with her most hostile
subconscious scowls at the woman with her most hostile
harpy face.
There’s so much I want to say to this woman, and
none of it complimentary. But she’s Christian’s friend—his
only friend—and for all my loathing of this woman, I am
innately polite. Deciding to stay, I sit as gracefully as I can
manage on the stool Christian’s vacated. Christian pours
wine into each of our glasses and sits between us at the
breakfast bar. Can’t he feel how weird this is?
“What’s up?” he asks her.
Elena looks nervously at me, and Christian reaches
over and clasps my hand.
“Anastasia’s with me now,” he says to her silent query
and squeezes my hand. I flush, and my subconscious
beams at him, harpy face forgotten.
Elena’s face softens as if she’s pleased for him. Really
pleased for him. Oh, I don’t understand this woman at all,
and I’m uncomfortable and edgy in her presence.
She takes a deep breath and shifts, perching on the
edge of her bar stool and looking agitated. She glances
nervously down at her hands and starts manically twisting
the large silver ring around and around on her middle
finger.
Jeez, what’s wrong with her? Is it my presence? Do I
ha一ve that ef
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