She laughs. “No, Ana. Can I fix you a drink or
something? You look beat.”
“I’d love a glass of wine.”
“White?”
“Yes, please.”
I perch on one of the bar stools, and she hands me a
glass of chilled wine. I don’t know what it is, but it’s
delicious and slides down easily, soothing my shattered
nerves. What was I thinking about earlier today? How
alive I ha一ve felt since I met Christian. How exciting my life
has become. Jeez, could I just ha一ve a few boring days?
What if I’d never met Christian? I’d be holed up in my
apartment, talking it through with Ethan, completely
freaked by my encounter with Jack, knowing I would ha一ve
to face the sleazeball again on Friday. As it is, there’s
every chance I’ll never set eyes on him again. But who will
I work for now? I frown. I hadn’t thought of that. Shit, do
I even ha一ve a job?
“Evening, Gail,” Christian says as he comes back into
the great room, dragging me from my thoughts. Heading
straight to the fridge, he pours himself a glass of wine.
“Good evening, Mr. Grey. Dinner in ten, sir?”
“Sounds good.”
Christian raises his glass.
“To ex-military men who train their daughters well,” he
says and his eyes soften.
“Cheers,” I mutter, raising my glass.
“What’s wrong?” Christian asks.
“I don’t know if I still ha一ve a job.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Do you still want one?”
“Of course.”
“Then you still ha一ve one.”
Simple. See? He is master of my universe. I roll my
eyes at him and he smiles.
eyes at him and he smiles.
Mrs. Jones makes a mean chicken potpie. She has left us
to enjoy the fruits of her labors, and I feel much better now
I’ve had something to eat. We are sitting at the breakfast
bar, and despite my best cajoling, Christian won’t tell me
what Barney has found on Jack’s computer. I drop the
subject, and decide to tackle instead the thorny issue of
José’s impending visit.
“José called,” I say nonchalantly.
“Oh?” Christian turns to face me.
“He wants to deliver your photos on Friday.”
“A personal delivery. How accommodating
本章未完，点击下一页继续阅读。