tian says.
“Good morning, Mr. Grey, Mrs. Grey.” He nods at us both, but he’s careful not
to look me in the eye. I’m grateful, recalling my state of undress when we
bumped into each other last night.
“I am just going to brush my teeth,” I mutter. Christian always brushes his
teeth before breakfast. I don’t understand why.
“You should ask Taylor to teach you how to shoot,” I say as we tra一vel down in
the elevator. Christian gazes down at me, amused.
“Should I now?” he says dryly.
“Yes.”
“Anastasia, I despise guns. My mom has patched up so many victims of gun
crime, and my dad is vehemently antigun. I grew up with their ethos. I support
at least two gun control initiatives here in Washington.”
“Oh. Does Taylor carry a gun?”
Christian’s mouth thins.
“Sometimes.”
“You don’t approve?” I ask, as Christian ushers me out of the elevator on the
ground floor.
“No,” he says, tight-lipped. “Let’s just say that Taylor and I hold very different
views with regard to gun control.” Oh! I am with Taylor on this.
Christian holds the foyer door open for me and I head out to the car. He has
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Tango was sabotaged. Sawyer smiles pleasantly, holding the door open for
me as Christian and I climb into the car.
“Please.” I reach across and grasp Christian’s hand.
“Please what?”
“Learn how to shoot.”
He rolls his eyes at me. “No. End of discussion, Anastasia.”
And I am a child again to be scolded. I open my mouth to say something
cutting, but decide I don’t want to start my workday in a bad mood. I fold my
arms instead, and glimpse Taylor regarding me in the rearview mirror. He
looks away, concentrating on the road in front, but shakes his head a little, in
obvious frustration. Hmm . . . Christian drives him crazy, too, sometimes.
The thought makes me smile, and my mood is sa一ved.
“Where is Leila?” I ask, as Christian gazes out of his window.
“I told you. She’s in Connecticut with her folks.” He glances
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