s us out of Escala onto the street.
“Can we ha一ve the radio on?” I ask as we wait at the
first stop sign.
“I want you to concentrate,” he says sharply.
“Christian, please, I can drive with music on.” I roll my
eyes. He scowls for a moment and then reaches for the
radio.
“You can play your iPod and mp3 discs as well as
CDs on this,” he murmurs.
The too-loud dulcet tones of The Police suddenly fill
the car. Christian turns the music down. Hmm . . . “King
of Pain.”
“Your anthem,” I tease him, then instantly regret it
when his mouth tightens in a thin line. Oh no. “I ha一ve this
album, somewhere.” I continue hastily to distract him.
Hmm . . . somewhere in the apartment I ha一ve spent very
little time in.
I wonder how Ethan is. I should try to call him today. I
won’t ha一ve much to do at work.
Anxiety blooms in my stomach. What will happen
when I get to the office? Will everyone know about Jack?
Will everyone know of Christian’s involvement? Will I still
ha一ve a job? Sheesh, if I ha一ve no job, what will I do?
Marry the gazillionaire, Ana! My subconscious has
her snarky face on. I ignore her—rapacious bitch.
“Hey, Miss Smart Mouth. Come back.” Christian
drags me into the here and now as I pull up at the next
stoplight.
“You’re very distracted. Concentrate, Ana,” he scolds.
“Accidents happen when you don’t concentrate.”
Oh, for hea一ven’s sake—and suddenly I’m catapulted
back in time to when Ray was teaching me to drive. I
don’t need another father. A husband maybe, a kinky
husband. Hmm.
“I’m just thinking about work.”
“Baby, you’ll be fine. Trust me.” Christian smiles.
“Please don’t interfere—I want to do this on my own.
Christian, please. It’s important to me,” I say as gently as I
can. I don’t want to argue. His mouth sets once more into
a hard stubborn line, and I think he’s going to berate me
again.
Oh no.
“Let’s not argue, Christian. We’ve had such a
wonderful morning. And last night was—” Words fail me,
last night was—“Hea一ven.”
He says nothing. I glance over at him and
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