Left alone with José.
“Well, goodnight.” José looks uncomfortable all of a
sudden.
“Goodnight, José, and thank you for staying.”
“Goodnight, José, and thank you for staying.”
“Sure, Ana. Any time your rich, hotshot boyfriend goes
missing—I’ll be there.”
“José!” I admonish him.
“Only kidding. Don’t get mad. I’ll be lea一ving early in
the morning—I’ll see you sometime, yeah? I’ve missed
you.”
“Sure, José. Soon I hope. Sorry tonight was so . . .
shitty.” I smirk apologetically.
“Yeah.” He grins. “Shitty.” He hugs me. “Seriously,
Ana, I’m glad you’re happy, but I’m here if you need me.”
I gaze up at him. “Thank you.”
He flashes me a sad, bittersweet smile, and then he
goes upstairs.
I turn back to the great room. Christian stands beside
the couch, watching me with an unreadable expression on
his face. We’re finally alone and we gaze at each other.
“He’s still got it bad, you know,” he murmurs.
“And how would you know that, Mr. Grey?”
“I recognize the symptoms, Miss Steele. I believe I
ha一ve the same affliction.”
“I thought I’d never see you again,” I whisper. There
—the words are out. All my worst fears packaged neatly
in one short sentence now exorcised.
“It wasn’t as bad as it sounds.”
I pick up his suit jacket and shoes from where they lie
on the floor and move toward him.
“I’ll take that,” he whispers, reaching for his jacket.
Christian gazes down at me as if I’m his reason for
living and mirrors my look, I’m sure. He is here, really
here. He pulls me into his arms and wraps himself around
me.
“Christian,” I gasp, and my tears start anew.
“Hush,” he soothes, kissing my hair. “You know . . . in
the few seconds of sheer terror before I landed, all my
thoughts were of you. You’re my talisman, Ana.”
“I thought I’d lost you,” I breathe. We stand, holding
each other, reconnecting and reassuring each other. As I
tighten my arms around him, I realize I’m still holding his
shoes. I drop them noisily to the floor.
shoes. I drop them noisily to the floor.
“Come and shower with
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