lman—we had a quick
drink. Upstairs, what’s going on?”
“There’s a girl, an ex of Christian’s. In our apartment.
She’s gone postal, and Christian is . . .” My voice cracks,
and tears pool in my eyes.
“Hey,” Ethan whispers and pulls me close once more.
“Hey,” Ethan whispers and pulls me close once more.
“Has anyone called the cops?”
“No, it’s not like that.” I sob into his chest and now
I’ve started, I can’t stop crying, the tension of this latest
episode releasing through my tears. Ethan tightens his arms
around me, but I sense his bemusement.
“Hey, Ana, let’s go get a drink.” He pats my back
awkwardly. Abruptly, I feel awkward, too, and
embarrassed, and in all honesty, I want to be on my own.
But I nod, accepting his offer. I want to be away from
here, away from whatever’s going on upstairs.
I turn to Taylor.
“Was the apartment checked?” I ask him tearfully,
wiping my nose with the back of my hand.
“This afternoon.” Taylor shrugs apologetically as he
hands me a handkerchief. He looks devastated. “I’m
sorry, Ana,” he murmurs.
I frown. Jeez, he looks so guilty. I don’t want to make
him feel worse.
“She does seem to ha一ve an uncanny ability to evade
us,” he adds scowling again.
“Ethan and I will go for a quick drink then head back
to Escala.” I dry my eyes.
Taylor shuffles from foot to foot uncomfortably. “Mr.
Grey wanted you to go back to the apartment,” he says
quietly.
“Well, we know where Leila is now.” I can’t keep the
bitterness out of my voice. “So, no need for all the
security. Tell Christian we’ll see him later.”
Taylor opens his mouth to speak and then wisely
closes it again.
“Do you want to lea一ve your bag with Taylor?” I ask
Ethan.
“No, I’ll keep it with me, thanks.”
Ethan nods at Taylor, then ushers me out of the front
door. Too late, I remember that I’ve left my purse in the
back of Audi. I ha一ve nothing.
“My purse—”
“Don’t worry,” Ethan murmurs, his face full of concern.
“It’s cool, it’s on me.”
“It’s cool, it’s on me.”
We choose a bar across the street,
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