, and he
makes that sound so rude. I cut us each a slice, and we dig
in with small pastry forks.
“Mmm,” he groans in appreciation. “This is why I want
to marry you.”
to marry you.”
And I laugh with relief . . . he likes it.
“Ready to face my family?” Christian switches the R8
ignition off. We’re parked in his parents’ driveway.
“Yes. Are you going to tell them?”
“Of course. I’m looking forward to seeing their
reactions.” He smiles wickedly at me and climbs out of the
car.
It is seven thirty, and though it’s been a warm day,
there’s a cool evening breeze blowing off the bay. I pull
my wrap around me as I step out of the car. I’m wearing
an emerald green cocktail dress I found this morning while
I was rummaging through the closet. It has a wide
matching belt. Christian takes my hand, and we head to
the front door. Carrick opens it wide before he can knock.
“Christian, hello. Happy birthday, son.” He takes
Christian’s proffered hand but pulls him into a brief hug,
surprising him.
“Er . . . thanks, Dad.”
“Ana, how lovely to see you again.” He hugs me, too,
and we follow him into the house.
Before we can set foot in the living room, Kate comes
barreling down the hallway toward the two of us. She
looks furious.
Oh no!
“You two! I want to talk to you.” She snarls in her
you-better-not-fucking-mess-with-me voice. I glance
nervously at Christian, who shrugs and decides to humor
her as we follow her into the dining room, lea一ving Carrick
bemused on the threshold of the living room. She shuts the
door and turns on me.
“What the fuck is this?” she hisses and wa一ves a piece
of paper at me. Completely at a loss, I take it from her and
scan it quickly. My mouth dries. Holy shit. It’s my e-mail
response to Christian, discussing the contract.
All the color drains from my face as my blood turns to ice
and fear lances through my body. Instinctively I step
between her and Christian.
“What is it?” Christian murmurs, his tone wary.
I ignore him. I cannot believe Kate is doing this.
“Kate
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