le, Ana.”
I gasp.
“Mainly women, I understand,” Christian jokes. I think he’s amused by my
expression.
“No!”
Christian nods. “It’s none of my business.” He holds his palms up.
“I don’t think Kate knows.”
“I’m not sure he broadcasts that information. Kate seems to be holding her
own.”
I’m shocked. Sweet, unassuming, blond, blue-eyed Elliot? I stare in disbelief.
Christian tilts his head to one side, scrutinizing me. “This can’t just be about
Gia or Elliot’s promiscuity.”
“I know. I’m sorry. After all that’s happened this week, it’s just . . .”
I shrug, feeling tearful all of a sudden. Christian seems to sag with relief.
Pulling me into his arms, he holds me tightly, his nose in my hair.
“I know. I’m sorry, too. Let’s relax and enjoy ourselves, okay? You can stay
here and read, watch god-awful TV, shop, come hiking—
fishing even. Whatever you want to do. And forget what I said about Elliot.
That was indiscreet of me.”
“Goes some way to explain why he’s always teasing you,” I murmur, nuzzling
his chest.
“He really has no idea about my past. I told you, my family assumed I was
gay. Celibate, but gay.”
I giggle and begin to relax in his arms. “I thought you were celibate. How
wrong I was.” I wrap my arms around him, marveling at the ridiculousness of
Christian being gay.
“Mrs. Grey, are you smirking at me?”
“Maybe a little,” I acquiesce. “You know, what I don’t understand is why you
ha一ve this place?”
“What do you mean?” He kisses my hair.
“You ha一ve the boat, which I get, you ha一ve the place in New York for business
—but why here? It’s not like you shared it with anyone.”
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Christian stills, and is silent for several beats. “I was waiting for you,” he says
softly, his eyes dark gray and luminous.
“That’s . . . that’s such a lovely thing to say.”
“It’s true. I didn’t know it at the time.” He smiles his shy smile.
“I’m glad you waited.”
“You are worth waiting for, Mrs. Grey.” He tips my chin up with his finger,
leans down, and kisses me tenderly.
“So
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