e kitchen table. “There’s a gossipy item on the Seattle Nooz website about
you being engaged, Christian.”
“Already?” Grace says in surprise. Then her mouth purses as some
obviously unpleasant thought crosses her mind. Christian frowns. Mia reads
the column out loud. “Word has reached us here at The Nooz that Seattle’s
most eligible bachelor, the Christian Grey, has finally been snapped up and
wedding bells are in the air. But who is the lucky, lucky lady? The Nooz is on
the hunt. Bet she’s reading one helluva prenup.”
Mia giggles then stops abruptly as Christian glares at her. Silence descends,
and the atmosphere in the Grey kitchen plunges to below zero.
Oh no! A prenup? The thought has never crossed my mind. I swallow, feeling
all the blood drain from my face. Please ground, swallow me up now!
Christian shifts uncomfortably in his chair as I glance apprehensively at him.
Christian shifts uncomfortably in his chair as I glance apprehensively at him.
“No,” he mouths at me.
“Christian,” Carrick says gently.
“I’m not discussing this again,” Christian snaps at Carrick who glances at me
nervously and opens his mouth to say something.
“No prenup!” Christian almost shouts at him and broodingly goes back to
reading his paper, ignoring everyone else at the table. They look alternately
at me then him . . . then anywhere but at the two of us.
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“Christian,” I murmur. “I’ll sign anything you and Mr. Grey want.”
Jeez, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s made me sign something. Christian
looks up and glares at me.
“No!” he snaps. I blanch once more.
“It’s to protect you.”
“Christian, Ana—I think you should discuss this in private,” Grace
admonishes us. She glares at Carrick and Mia. Oh dear, looks like they’re in
trouble, too.
“Ana, this is not about you,” Carrick murmurs reassuringly. “And please call
me Carrick.”
Christian narrows cold eyes at his father and my heart sinks. Hell . . . He’s
really mad.
Everyone erupts into animated conversation, and
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