g. Like being in our own private bubble,” I mutter
dreamily.
“Hmm,” Christian hums deep in his throat. “I’m not sure I’m ready to share
you with the rest of the world yet.”
“Back to reality tomorrow,” I murmur, trying to keep the melancholy from my
voice.
Christian sighs and runs the hand that is not holding me through his hair.
“Security will be tight—” I put my finger over his lips. I don’t want to hear this
lecture again.
“I know. I’ll be good. I promise.” Which reminds me . . . I shift, propping myself
up on my elbows to see him better. “Why were you shouting at Sawyer?”
He stiffens immediately. Oh shit.
“Because we were followed.”
“That wasn’t Sawyer’s fault.”
He gazes at me levelly. “They should never ha一ve let you get so far in front.
They know that.”
I flush guiltily and resume my position, resting on his chest. It was my fault. I
wanted to get away from them.
“That wasn’t—”
“Enough!” Christian is suddenly curt. “This is not up for discussion,
Anastasia. It’s a fact, and they won’t let it happen again.”
Anastasia! I am Anastasia when I am in trouble just like at home with my
mother.
“Okay,” I mutter, placating him. I don’t want to fight. “Did Ryan catch up with
the woman in the Dodge?”
“No. And I’m not convinced it was a woman.”
“Oh?” I look up again.
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“Sawyer saw someone with their hair tied back, but it was a brief look. He
assumed it was a woman. Now, given that you’ve identified that fucker,
maybe it was him. He wore his hair like that.” The disgust in Christian’s voice
is palpable.
I don’t know what to make of this news. Christian runs his hand down my
naked back, distracting me.
“If anything happened to you . . . ,” he murmurs, his eyes wide and serious.
“I know,” I whisper. I feel the same about you.” I shiver at the thought.
“Come. You’re getting cold,” he says, sitting up. “Let’s go to bed. We can
cover third base there.” He smiles a lascivious smile, as mercurial as ever,
passionate, angry, anxious, sexy—my Fifty Sha
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