is she?” he asks softly.
Me?
“She’ll get there,” he says reassuringly.
“Good. Keep me updated of her progress.”
“I will.”
Holy fuck. They’re talking about Leila.
“Shall we go and celebrate your promotion?” Christian
asks me pointedly.
I nod shyly as Christian stands.
We say our quick good-byes to Dr. Flynn, and
Christian ushers me out with unseemly haste.
In the street, he turns to me. “How was that?” his voice is
anxious.
“It was good.”
“It was good.”
He regards me suspiciously. I cock my head to one
side.
“Mr. Grey, please don’t look at me that way. Under
doctor’s orders I am going to give you the benefit of the
doub一t.”
“What does that mean?”
“You’ll see.”
His mouth twists and his eyes narrow. “Get in the car,”
he orders while opening the passenger door of the Saab.
Oh, change of direction. My Blackberry buzzes. I haul
it out of my purse.
Shit, José!
“Hi!”
“Ana, hi . . .”
I stare at Fifty, who is eyeing me suspiciously. “José,” I
mouth at him. He stares impassively at me, but his eyes
harden. Does he think I don’t notice? I turn my attention
back to José.
“Sorry I ha一ven’t called you. Is it about tomorrow?” I
ask José, but stare up at Christian.
“Yeah, listen—I spoke with some guy at Grey’s place,
so I know where I’m delivering the photos, and I should
get there between five and six . . . after that, I’m free.”
Oh.
“Well, I’m actually staying with Christian at the
moment, and if you want to, he says you can stay at his
place.”
Christian presses his mouth in a hard line. Hmm—
some host he is.
some host he is.
José is silent for a moment, absorbing this news. I
cringe. I ha一ven’t had a chance to talk to him about
Christian.
“Okay,” he says eventually. “This thing with Grey, it’s
serious?”
I turn away from the car and pace to the other side of
the sidewalk.
“Yes.”
“How serious?”
I roll my eyes and pause. Why does Christian ha一ve to
be listening?
“Serious.”
“Is he with you now? That why you’re speaking in
monosyllables?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. So are you allowed out tomorrow
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