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technique successful! My subconscious rolls her eyes at me—but at what
cost? Now the unmentionable Mrs. Robinson is looming over us.
“That reminds me,” he says, brightly.
“What?” I mutter petulantly. Grabbing the chair, I turn it to face the mirror
above the sinks. “Sit,” I order. Christian regards me with indulgent
amusement, but does as he’s told and sits back down in the chair. I start to
comb through his now merely damp hair.
“I was thinking we could convert the rooms over the garages for them at the
new place,” Christian continues. “Make it a home. Then maybe Taylor’s
daughter could stay with him more often.” He watches me carefully in the
mirror.
“Why doesn’t she stay here?”
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“Taylor’s never asked me.”
“Perhaps you should offer. But we’d ha一ve to beha一ve ourselves.”
Christian’s brow furrows. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Perhaps that’s why Taylor hasn’t asked. Ha一ve you met her?”
“Yes. She’s a sweet thing. Shy. Very pretty. I pay for her schooling.”
Oh! I stop combing and stare at him in the mirror.
“I had no idea.”
He shrugs. “Seemed the least I could do. Also, it means he won’t quit.”
“I’m sure he likes working for you.”
Christian stares at me blankly then shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“I think he’s very fond of you, Christian.” I resume combing and glance at him.
His eyes don’t lea一ve mine.
“You think?”
“Yes. I do.”
He snorts, a dismissive yet content sound, as if he’s secretly pleased that his
staff may like him.
“Good. Will you talk to Gia about the rooms over the garage?”
“Yes, of course.” I don’t feel the same irritation I did before at the mention of
her name. My subconscious nods sagely at me. Yes . . . we done good
today. My inner goddess gloats. Now she’ll lea一ve my husband alone and not
make him uncomfortable.
I am ready to cut Christian’s hair. “You sure about this? Your last chance to
bail.”
“Do your worst, Mrs. Grey. I don’t ha一ve to look at me, you do.”
I grin. “Christian, I could look at you all day.”
He shakes his
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