sson of unease. I hope
he’s okay. Calling his mobile, I get his voicemail. The
announcement simply says Grey, lea一ve a message in his
most clipped tone.
“Hi . . . um . . . it’s me. Ana. Are you okay? Call me,”
I stutter through my message. I’ve never had to lea一ve one
for him before. I flush as I hang up. Of course he’ll know
it’s you, idiot! My subconscious rolls her eyes at me. I am
tempted to ring his PA Andrea but decide that’s a step too
far. Reluctantly I continue my work.
My phone rings unexpectedly and my heart jumps.
Christian! But no—it’s Kate, my best friend finally!
“Ana!” she shouts from wherever she is.
“Kate! Are you back? I’ve missed you.”
“Me, too. I ha一ve so much to tell you. We’re at Sea-
Tac—me and my man.” She giggles in a most un-Katelike
way.
“Cool. I ha一ve so much to tell you, too.”
“See you back at the apartment?”
“I’m ha一ving drinks with José. Join us.”
“José’s in town? Sure! Text me where.”
“Okay.” I beam. My best friend is home. After all this
time!
“You good, Ana?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Still with Christian?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Laters!”
Oh, not her as well. Elliot’s influence knows no
bounds.
“Yeah—laters, baby.” I grin and she hangs up.
Wow. Kate is home. How am I going to tell her all that
has happened? I should write it down so I don’t forget
anything.
An hour later my office phone rings—Christian? No, it’s
Claire.
“You should see the guy asking for you in reception.
How come you know all these hot guys, Ana?”
José must be here. I glance at the clock—it’s five fiftyfive,
and a small thrill of excitement pulses through me. I
ha一ven’t seen him in ages.
“Ana, wow! You look great. So grown up.” He grins
at me.
Just because I’m wearing a smart dress . . . jeez!
He hugs me hard. “And tall,” he mutters in amazement.
“It’s just the shoes, José. You don’t look so bad
yourself.”
He’s wearing jeans, a black T-shirt, and a black and
white check flannel shirt.
“I’ll grab my things and we can go.”
“I’ll grab my things and we can go.”
“Cool. I’ll wait here.
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