wa一ve of
emotion hits me is, “Yes.”
He grins, relieved, and slowly slides the ring on my
finger. It’s beautiful, an oval diamond in a platinum ring.
Jeez—it’s big . . . Big, but oh-so-simple and stunning in its
simplicity.
“Oh, Christian,” I sob, suddenly overwhelmed with
joy, and I join him on my knees, my fingers fisting in his
hair as I kiss him, kiss him with all my heart and soul. Kiss
this beautiful man, who loves me as I love him; and as he
wraps his arms around me, his hands moving to my hair,
his mouth on mine. I know deep down I will always be his,
and he will always be mine. We’ve come so far together,
we ha一ve so far to go, but we are made for each other. We
are meant to be.
The cigarette end glows brightly in the darkness as he
takes a deep pull. He blows the smoke out in a long
exhale, finishing with two smoke rings that dissolve in front
of him, pale and ghostly in the moonlight. He shifts in his
seat, bored, and takes a quick shot of cheap bourbon
from a bottle wrapped in shabby brown paper before
resting it back between his thighs.
He can’t believe he’s still on the trail. His mouth twists
in a sardonic sneer. The helicopter had been a rash and
bold move. One of the most exhilarating things he’d ever
done in his life. But to no a一vail. He rolls his eyes ironically.
Who would ha一ve thought the son-of-a-bitch could
actually fly the fucker?
He snorts.
They ha一ve underestimated him. If Grey thought for one
minute he’d go whimpering quietly into the dusk, that prick
minute he’d go whimpering quietly into the dusk, that prick
didn’t know jack shit.
It had been the same all his life. People constantly
underestimating him—just a man who reads books. Fuck
that! A man with a photographic memory who reads
books. Oh, the things he’s learned, the things he knows.
He snorts again—Yeah, about you, Grey. The things I
know about you.
Not bad for a kid from the gutter end of Detroit.
Not bad for the kid who won a scholarship to
Princeton.
Not bad for the kid who wor
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