l . . .” He pauses, his face darkening. “Well, the rational part of me
doesn’t.” He strokes his chin thoughtfully as his mind concocts some plan.
Oh, what is he thinking? Christian looks up suddenly, as if he’s had a eureka
moment.
“So one of the reasons I’m here—apart from dealing with my errant wife,” he
says, narrowing his eyes, “is to discuss what I am going to do with this
company.”
Errant wife! I am not errant, and I’m not an asset! I scowl at Christian again
and the threat of tears subsides.
“What are you going to do?” I incline my head to one side, mirroring him, and
I can’t help my sarcastic tone. His lips twitch with the hint of a smile. Jeez—
change of mood, again! How can I ever keep up with Mr. Mercurial?
“I’m renaming the company—to Grey Publishing.”
Holy shit.
“And in a year’s time, it will be yours.”
What? My mouth drops open once more—wider this time.
“This is my wedding present to you.”
I shut my mouth then open it, trying to articulate something—but there’s
nothing there. My mind is blank.
“So, do I need to change the name to Steele Publishing?”
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He’s serious. Holy fuck.
“Christian,” I whisper when my brain finally reconnects with my mouth. “You
ga一ve me a watch . . . I can’t run a business.”
He tilts his head to one side again and gives me a censorious frown.
“I ran my own business from the age of twenty-one.”
“But you’re . . . you. Control freak and whiz-kid extraordinaire. Jeez Christian,
you majored in economics at Harvard before you dropped out. At least you
ha一ve some idea. I sold paint and cable ties for three years on a part-time
basis, for hea一ven’s sake. I’ve seen so little of the world, and I know next to
nothing!” My voice rises, growing louder and higher, as I complete my tirade.
“You’re also the most well-read person I know,” he counters earnestly. “You
love a good book. You couldn’t lea一ve your job while we were on our
honeymoon. You read how many manuscripts? Four?”
“Five,” I whisper.
“And you wrote full repo
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