,” he says, his eyes softening. Oh, thank
the Lord. His eyes burn into me as I head to the car, open
the front passenger door, and climb in. Once I’m safely in
the comfort of the Audi, he disappears into the building,
and my heart leaps again into my throat. What’s he
planning to do?
I sit and wait. And wait. And wait. Five eternal
minutes. Jack’s cab pulls up in front of the Audi. Ten
minutes. Fifteen. Jeez, what are they doing in there, and
how is Taylor? The wait is agonizing.
Twenty-five minutes later, Jack emerges from the
building, clutching a cardboard storage box. Behind him is
the security guard. Where was he earlier? And after them,
Christian and Taylor. Jack looks sick. He heads straight
for the cab, and I’m grateful for the Audi’s hea一vily tinted
for the cab, and I’m grateful for the Audi’s hea一vily tinted
windows so he cannot see me. The cab drives off—
presumably not to Sea-Tac—as Christian and Taylor
reach the car.
Opening the driver’s door, Christian slides smoothly
into the seat, presumably because I am in the front, and
Taylor gets in behind me. Neither of them says a word as
Christian starts the car and pulls out into the traffic. I risk a
quick glance at Fifty. His mouth is set in a firm line, but he
seems distracted. The in-car phone rings.
“Grey,” Christian snaps.
“Mr. Grey, Barney here.”
“Barney, I’m on speaker phone, and there are others
in the car,” Christian warns.
“Sir, it’s all done. But I need to talk to you about what
else I found on Mr. Hyde’s computer.”
“I’ll call you when I reach my destination. And thanks,
Barney.”
“No problem, Mr. Grey.”
Barney hangs up. He sounds much younger than I
Barney hangs up. He sounds much younger than I
expected.
What else is on Jack’s computer?
“Are you talking to me?” I ask quietly.
Christian glances at me, before fixing his eyes back on
the road ahead, and I can tell he’s still mad.
“No,” he mutters sullenly.
Oh, there we go . . . how childish. I wrap my arms
around myself and stare unseeing out the wi
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