just in case they hear
anything and worry.
“Mrs. Grey, may I suggest you go to bed?” Mrs. Jones says, her voice warm
and full of concern.
Looking into her warm, kind eyes I suddenly feel an overwhelming need to
cry. She reaches over and rubs my shoulder.
“We’re safe now,” she murmurs. “This will all look better in the morning once
you’ve had some sleep. And Mr. Grey will be back tomorrow evening.”
I glance nervously up at her, keeping my tears at bay. Christian is going to be
so mad.
“Can I get you anything before you go to bed?” she asks. What? And in that
moment, I realize how hungry I am. “I’d love something to eat.”
She smiles broadly. “Sandwich and some milk?”
I nod with gratitude, and she heads into the kitchen. Ryan is still with Officer
Skinner. In the foyer Detective Clark is examining the mess outside the
elevator. He looks thoughtful, in spite of his scowl. And suddenly I feel
homesick—homesick for Christian. Holding my head in my hands, I wish
fervently that he were here. He’d know what to do. What an evening. I want to
crawl into his lap, ha一ve him hold me and tell me that he loves me, even
though I don’t do as I’m told—but that won’t be possible until this evening.
Inwardly I roll my eyes . . . Why didn’t he tell me about the increased security
for everyone? What exactly is on Jack’s computer? He’s so frustrating but
right now, I just don’t care. I want my husband. I miss him.
“Here you are, Ana dear.” Mrs. Jones interrupts my inner turmoil. When I
glance up at her, she hands me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, her eyes
twinkling. I ha一ven’t had one of these for years. I smile shyly and dig in.
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When I finally crawl into bed, I curl up on Christian’s side, dressed in his Tshirt.
Both his pillow and his T-shirt smell of him, and as I drift off I silently
wish him safe passage home . . . and a good mood.
I wake with a start. It’s light and my head is aching, throbbing at my temples.
Oh no. I hope I don’t ha一ve a hangove
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