stasia. If you’re going to drink—and
throw alcohol over my exes—you need to eat. It’s rule
number one. I believe we’ve already had that discussion
after our first night together.”
Oh yes. The Heathman.
Back in the hallway, he pauses to caress my face, his
fingers skimming my jaw.
“I lay awake for hours and watched you sleep,” he
murmurs. “I might ha一ve loved you even then.”
Oh.
He leans down and kisses me softly, and I melt
everywhere, all the tension of the last hour or so seeping
languidly from my body.
“Eat,” he whispers.
“Okay,” I acquiesce because right now I’d probably
“Okay,” I acquiesce because right now I’d probably
do anything for him. Taking my hand, he leads me toward
the kitchen where the party is in full swing.
“Goodnight, John, Rhian.”
“Congratulations again, Ana. You two will be just
fine.” Dr. Flynn smiles kindly at us, standing arm in arm in
the hallway as he and Rhian take their lea一ve.
“Goodnight.”
Christian closes the door and shakes his head. He
gazes down at me, his eyes suddenly bright with
excitement.
What’s this?
“Just the family left. I think my mother has had too
much to drink.” Grace is singing karaoke on some game
console in the family room. Kate and Mia are giving her a
run for her money.
“Do you blame her?” I smirk at him, trying to keep the
atmosphere between us light. I succeed.
atmosphere between us light. I succeed.
“Are you smirking at me, Miss Steele?”
“I am.”
“It’s been quite a day.”
“Christian, recently, every day with you has been quite
a day.” My voice is sardonic.
He shakes his head. “Fair point well made, Miss
Steele. Come—I want to show you something.” Taking
my hand, he leads me through the house to the kitchen
where Carrick, Ethan, and Elliot are talking Mariners,
drinking the last of the cocktails, and eating leftovers.
“Off for a stroll?” Elliot teases suggestively as we make
our way through the French doors. Christian ignores him.
Carrick frowns at Elliot, shaking his head in a silent
rebuke.
As we make our way up th
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