s him,
then wraps her arms around him. “I’m so thrilled for you,
Christian,” she says. She’s the only person I know who is
not intimidated by the Grey glower. It has me quailing . . .
Well, it certainly used to.
“When will you get married? Ha一ve you set a date?”
She beams up at Christian.
He shakes his head, his exasperation palpable. “No
idea, and no we ha一ven’t. Ana and I need to discuss all
that,” he says irritably.
“I hope you ha一ve a big wedding—here,” she beams
enthusiastically, ignoring his caustic tone.
“We’ll probably fly to Vegas tomorrow,” he growls at
her, and he’s rewarded with a full-on Mia Grey pouty
grimace. Rolling his eyes, he turns to Elliot, who gives him
his second bear hug in as many days.
“Way to go, bro.” He claps Christian’s back.
The response from the room is overwhelming, and it’s
a few minutes before I find myself back beside Christian
with Dr. Flynn. Elena seems to ha一ve disappeared, and
Gretchen is sullenly refilling champagne glasses.
Beside Dr. Flynn is a striking young woman with long,
Beside Dr. Flynn is a striking young woman with long,
dark, almost black hair, clea一vage, and lovely hazel eyes.
“Christian,” says Flynn, holding out his hand. Christian
shakes it gladly.
“John. Rhian.” He kisses the dark-haired woman on
her cheek. She’s petite and pretty.
“Glad you’re still with us, Christian. My life would be
most dull—and penurious—without you.”
Christian smirks.
“John!” Rhian scolds, much to Christian’s amusement.
“Rhian, this is Anastasia, my fiancée. Ana, this is
John’s wife.”
“Delighted to meet the woman who has finally captured
Christian’s heart.” Rhian smiles kindly at me.
“Thank you,” I mutter, embarrassed again.
“That was one googly you bowled there, Christian,”
Dr. Flynn shakes his head in amused disbelief. Christian
frowns at him.
“John—you and your cricket metaphors.” Rhian rolls
her eyes. “Congratulations to the pair of you and happy
her eyes. “Congratulations to the pair of you and happy
birthday, Christian. What a wond
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