s.”
“For hea一ven’s sake, I’m not going anywhere. When are you going to get that
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hand in the air like he does sometimes to emphasize my point. “More than . .
. eyesight, space, or liberty.”1
His eyes widen. “A daughter’s love?” He gives me an ironic smile.
“No,” I laugh, despite myself. “It’s the only quote that came to mind.”
“Mad King Lear?”
“Dear, dear Mad King Lear.” I reach up and caress his face, and he leans
into my touch, closing his eyes. “Would you change your name to Christian
Steele so everyone would know that you belong to me?”
Christian’s eyes fly open, and he gazes at me as if I’ve just said the world is
flat. He frowns. “Belong to you?” he murmurs, testing the words.
“Mine.”
“Yours,” he says, repeating the words we spoke in the playroom only
yesterday. “Yes, I would. If it meant that much to you.”
Oh my.
“Does it mean that much to you?”
“Yes.” He is unequivocal.
“Okay.” I will do this for him. Give him the reassurance he still needs.
“I thought you’d already agreed to this.”
“Yes I ha一ve, but now we’ve discussed it further, I’m happier with my decision.”
“Oh,” he mutters, surprised. Then he smiles his beautiful, boyish yes-I-amreally-
kinda-young smile, and he takes my breath away. Grabbing me by my
waist, he swings me around. I squeal and start to giggle, and I don’t know if
he’s just happy or relieved or . . . what?
“Mrs. Grey, do you know what this means to me?”
“I do now.”
He leans down and kisses me, his fingers moving into my hair, holding me in
place.
“It means seven shades of Sunday,” he murmurs against my lips, and he runs
his nose along mine.
“You think?” I lean back to gaze at him.
1 Craig, W.J., ed. “King Lear.” The Complete Works of William
Shakespeare. Scene 1, Act 1. New York: Random House Value Publishing:
1997. 155 | P a g e
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“Certain promises were made. An offer extended, a deal brokered,”
he whispers, his eyes sparkling with wick
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