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stares at him in wonder. He sits on the piano stool blinking absently at her,
and after a beat, he shrugs. His eyes flicker nervously to me, then over to the
French windows. The rest of the room suddenly erupts in self-conscious
chatter, and I’m left watching my dear husband.
Grace distracts me, grasping my hands then suddenly folding me in her
arms.
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can hear. It brings a lump to my throat.
“Um . . .” I hug her back, not really sure why I am being thanked. Grace
smiles, her eyes shining, and kisses my cheek. Oh my . . . What ha一ve I
done?
“I am going to make some tea,” she says, her voice hoarse with unshed
tears.
I amble over to Christian who is now standing staring out through the French
windows.
“Hi,” I murmur.
“Hi.” He puts his arm around my waist, pulling me to him, and I slip my hand
into the back pocket of his jeans. We gaze out at the rain.
“Feeling better?”
I nod.
“Good.”
“You certainly know how to silence a room.”
“I do it all the time,” he says and he grins at me.
“At work, yes, but not here.”
“True, not here.”
“No one’s ever heard you sing? Ever?”
“It appears not,” he says dryly. “Shall we go?”
I gaze up at him, trying to gauge his mood. His eyes are soft and warm and
slightly bemused. I decide to change the subject.
“You going to spank me?” I whisper, and suddenly there are butterflies in my
stomach. Perhaps this is what I need . . . this is what I ha一ve been missing.
He gazes down at me, his eyes darkening.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m more than happy to play.”
“Oh.” I glance nervously around the large room, but we are out of earshot.
“Only if you misbeha一ve, Mrs. Grey.” He bends and murmurs in my ear.
How can he put so much sensual promise into six words?
“I’ll see what I can do.” I grin.
Once we’ve said our goodbyes, we walk over to the car.
“Here.” Christian throws me the keys to the R8. “Don’t bend it”—
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