reveal the top of my breasts. Christian gazes at me, his
eyes not lea一ving my face his expression wary and uncertain. He’s not used to
seeing me this mad. Can’t he see what he’s done? Can’t he see how
ridiculous he is? I want to shout at him, but I refrain—I don’t want to push him
too far. Hea一ven knows what he’d do.
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Eventually, he blinks and holds his palms up in a resigned, conciliatory
gesture.
“Okay,” he says his voice placating. “I get it.”
Hallelujah!
“Good!”
He runs his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me.”
Finally, he looks contrite—using my own words back at me.
“You are such an adolescent sometimes,” I scold him, mulishly, but the fight
has gone out of my voice, and he knows it. He steps closer and tentatively
raises his hand to tuck my hair behind my ear.
“I know,” he acknowledges softly. “I ha一ve a lot to learn.”
Dr. Flynn’s words come back to me . . . Emotionally, Christian is an
adolescent, Ana. He bypassed that phase in his life totally. He’s channeled
all his energies into succeeding in the business world, and he has beyond
all expectations. His emotional world has to play catch- up.
My heart thaws a little.
“We both do.” I sigh and cautiously raise my hand, placing it over his heart.
He doesn’t flinch like he used to, but he stiffens. He rests his hand over mine
and smiles his shy smile.
“I’ve just learned that you’ve a good arm and a good aim, Mrs. Grey. I would
never ha一ve figured that, but then I constantly underestimate you. You always
surprise me.”
I arch my eyebrow at him. “Target practice with Ray. I can throw and shoot
straight, Mr. Grey, and you’d do well to remember that.”
“I will endea一vor to do that, Mrs. Grey, or ensure that all potential projectile
objects are nailed down and that you don’t ha一ve access to a gun.” He smirks
at me.
I smirk back, narrowing my eyes. “I’m resourceful.”
“That you are,” he whispers and releases my hand to circle his arms around
me. Pulling me into an embrace, h
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