slightly sweaty, of body wash, and
Christian, the most welcome scent in the world. Tears start
to trickle down my face again, tears of gratitude.
“Both engines?” Carrick says again, frowning in
disbelief.
“Go figure.” Christian shrugs and runs his hand down
my back.
“Hey,” he whispers. He puts his fingers under my chin
and tilts my head back. “Stop with the crying.”
I wipe my nose with the back of my hand in a most
unladylike way. “Stop with the disappearing.” I sniff and
his lips quirk up.
“Electrical failure . . . that’s odd, surely?” Carrick says
again.
“Yes, crossed my mind, too, Dad. But right now, I’d
just like to go to bed and think about all that shit
tomorrow.”
“So the media know that the Christian Grey has been
“So the media know that the Christian Grey has been
found safe and well?” Kate says.
“Yes. Andrea and my PR people will deal with the
media. Ros called her after we dropped her home.”
“Yes, Andrea called me to let me know you were still
alive.” Carrick grins.
“I must give that woman a raise. Sure is late,” says
Christian.
“I think that’s a hint, ladies and gentlemen, that my
dear bro needs his beauty sleep,” Elliot scoffs suggestively.
Christian grimaces at him.
“Cary, my son is safe. You can take me home now.”
Cary? Grace looks adoringly at her husband.
“Yes. I think we could use the sleep,” Carrick replies
smiling down at her.
“Stay,” Christian offers.
“No, sweetheart, I want to get home. Now that I
know you’re safe.”
Christian reluctantly eases me onto the couch and
stands. Grace hugs him once more, presses her head
stands. Grace hugs him once more, presses her head
against his chest and closes her eyes, content. He wraps
his arms around her.
“I was so worried, darling,” she whispers.
“I’m okay, Mom.”
She leans back and studies him intently while he holds
her. “Yes. I think you are,” she says slowly, glances at me,
and smiles. I flush.
We follow Carrick and Grace as they make their way
to the foyer. Behind me, I’m aware that Mia and Ethan are
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