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ha一ve not stopped talking. I had forgotten how much I like hanging with her. It’s
liberating to be out, relaxing, enjoying Kate’s company. I contemplate texting
Christian then dismiss the idea. He’ll just be mad and make me go home like
an errant child.
“Don’t talk to me about that bitch!” Kate splutters. Kate’s reaction makes me
laugh.
“What’s so funny, Steele?” she snaps, but not seriously.
“I feel the same way.”
“You do?”
“Yes. She was all over Christian.”
“She had a fling with Elliot.” Kate pouts.
“No!”
She nods, her lips pressed together in the patented Katherine Ka一vanagh
scowl.
“It was brief. Last year, I think. She’s a social climber. No wonder she has her
sights set on Christian.”
“Christian is taken. I told her to lea一ve him alone or I would fire her.”
Kate gapes at me once more, stunned. I nod proudly, and she lifts her glass
to salute me, impressed and beaming.
“Mrs. Anastasia Grey! Way to go!” We clink.
“Does Elliot own a gun?”
“No. He’s very antigun.” Kate stirs her third drink.
“Christian, too. I think it was Grace and Carrick’s influence,” I mutter. I’m
feeling a little tipsy.
“Carrick’s a good man.” Kate nods.
“He wanted a prenup,” I mutter sadly.
“Oh, Ana.” She reaches across and grasps my arm. “He was only looking out
for his boy. As we both know, you ha一ve gold-digger tattooed on your
forehead.” She smiles at me, and I poke my tongue out at her then giggle.
“Mature, Mrs. Grey,” she says grinning. She sounds like Christian.
“You’ll do the same for your son one day.”
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“My son?” I gape at her. It hadn’t even crossed my mind that my kids will be
rich. Holy crap. They’ll want for nothing. I mean . . . nothing. This needs further
thought—but not right now. I glance at Prescott and Sawyer seated nearby,
watching us and the evening crowd from a side table while they each nurse a
glass of sparkling mineral water.
“Do you think we should eat?” I ask.
“No. We should drink,” Kate says.
“Why are you in such a drinking mood?”
“Becau
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