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it’s impossible when he’s in this kind of mood. Now that I think about it, he’s
been in a better frame of mind ever since he left his study this morning. And it
dawns on me that I’m being petulant because we ha一ve to go back to reality,
and I don’t know if he’s going to revert to the more closed pre-honeymoon
Christian, or if I’ll get to keep the new improved version.
“Why are you so pleased?” I ask.
He flashes yet another grin at me. “Because this conversation is so . . .
normal.”
“Normal!” I snort. “Not after three weeks of marriage! Surely.”
His smile slips.
“I’m kidding, Christian,” I mutter quickly, not wanting to kill his mood. It strikes
me how unsure he is of himself sometimes. I suspect that he’s always been
like this, but has just hidden his uncertainty beneath an intimidating exterior.
He’s very easy to tease, probably because he’s not used to it. It’s a
revelation, and I marvel again that we still ha一ve so much to learn about each
other.
“Don’t worry, I’ll stick to the Saab,” I mutter and turn to stare out of the
window, trying to shake off my bad mood.
“Hey. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re so frustrating sometimes, Ana. Tell me.”
I turn and smirk at him. “Back at you, Grey.”
He frowns. “I’m trying,” he says softly.
“I know. Me too.” I smile and my mood brightens a little.
Carrick looks ridiculous in his chef’s hat and Licensed to Grill apron as he
stands at the barbecue. Every time I look at him, it makes me smile. In fact,
my spirits ha一ve lifted considerably. We are all sitting around the table on the
terrace of the Grey family home, enjoying the late summer sun. Grace and
Mia are setting various salads out on the table, while Elliot and Christian
trade friendly insults and discuss plans for the new house, and Ethan and
Kate grill me about our honeymoon. Christian keeps hold of my hand, his
fingers toying with my wedding and engagemen
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