e it. Ray’s perpetual warnings about handguns run quickly
through my mind. His army training was never lost. These will kill you, Ana.
You need to know what you’re doing when you’re handling a firearm. I put
the gun back and find the scissors. Retrieving them quickly, I bolt back to
Christian, my head buzzing. Taylor and Mrs. Jones . . . the revolver . . . At the
entrance to the great room, I run into Taylor.
“Mrs. Grey, excuse me.” His face reddens as he quickly takes in my attire.
“Um, Taylor, hi . . . um. I’m cutting Christian’s hair!” I blurt out, embarrassed.
Taylor is as mortified as I am. He opens his mouth to say something then
closes it quickly and stands aside.
“After you, ma’am,” he says formally. I think I’m the color of my old Audi, the
submissive special. Jeez. Could this be more embarrassing?
“Thank you,” I mutter and dash down the hallway. Crap! Will I ever get used to
the fact that we’re not alone? I dash into the bathroom, breathless.
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“What’s wrong?” Christian is standing in front of the mirror, holding my shoes.
All of my scattered clothes are now neatly piled beside the sink.
“I just ran into Taylor.”
“Oh.” Christian frowns. “Dressed like that.”
Oh shit! “That’s not Taylor’s fault.”
Christian’s frown deepens. “No. But still.”
“I’m dressed.”
“Barely.”
“I don’t know who was more embarrassed, me or him.” I try my distraction
technique. “Did you know he and Gail are . . . well, together?”
Christian laughs. “Yes, of course I knew.”
“And you never told me?”
“I thought you knew, too.”
“No.”
“Ana, they’re adults. They live under the same roof. Both unattached. Both
attractive.”
I flush, feeling foolish for not ha一ving noticed.
“Well, if you put it like that . . . I just thought Gail was older than Taylor.” “She
is, but not by much.” He gazes at me, perplexed. “Some men like older
women—” He stops abruptly and his eyes widen. I scowl at him. “I know that,”
I snap.
Christian looks contrite. He smiles fondly at me. Yes! My distractio
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