s: He’s
here. My love is here.
“Ana, Ana! What’s wrong?” He scoops me into his
lap, running his hands up and down my arms, checking for
any signs of injury. Grabbing my head between his hands,
he stares with wide, terrified, gray eyes into mine. I sag
against him, suddenly overwhelmed with relief and fatigue.
against him, suddenly overwhelmed with relief and fatigue.
Oh, Christian’s arms. There is no place I’d rather be.
“Ana.” He shakes me gently. “What’s wrong? Are you
sick?”
I shake my head as I realize I need to start
communicating.
“Jack,” I whisper, and I sense rather than see
Christian’s swift glance at Taylor, who abruptly disappears
into the building.
“Fuck!” Christian enfolds me in his arms. “What did
that sleazeball do to you?”
And from somewhere just the right side of crazy, a
giggle bubbles in my throat. I recall Jack’s utter shock as I
grabbed his finger.
“It’s what I did to him.” I start giggling and I can’t
stop.
“Ana!” Christian shakes me again, and my giggling fit
ceases. “Did he touch you?”
“Only once.”
I feel Christian’s muscles bunch and tense as rage
sweeps through him, and he stands up swiftly, powerfully
—rock steady—with me in his arms. He’s furious. No!
“Where is that fucker?”
From inside the building we hear muffled shouting.
Christian sets me on my feet.
“Can you stand?”
I nod.
“Don’t go in. Don’t, Christian.” Suddenly my fear is
back, fear of what Christian will do to Jack.
“Get in the car,” he barks at me.
“Christian, no.” I grab his arm.
“Get in the goddamned car, Ana.” He shakes me off.
“No! Please!” I plead with him. “Stay. Don’t lea一ve me
on my own.” I deploy my ultimate weapon.
Seething, Christian runs his hand through his hair and
glares down at me, clearly wracked with indecision. The
shouting inside the building escalates, and then stops
suddenly.
Oh, no. What has Taylor done?
Christian fishes out his Blackberry.
Christian fishes out his Blackberry.
“Christian, he has my e-mails.”
“What?”
“My e-mails to you. He wanted to know wh
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