all of a sudden.
“We can go anytime. Take anyone you wish to take.”
“We should take Ray. He’d like the fishing.”
“That’s a good idea.”
“How was it for you?” I ask.
“Good,” he says after a moment, surprised I think, by my question.
“Real good.”
“You seemed to relax.”
He shrugs. “I knew you were safe.”
I frown. “Christian, I’m safe most of the time. I’ve told you before, you’ll keel
over at forty if you keep up this level of anxiety. And I want to grow old and
gray with you.” I reach over and grasp his hand. He looks at me as if he can’t
comprehend what I’m saying. Gently taking my hand, he kisses my knuckles
and changes the subject.
“How’s your hand?”
“It’s better, thank you.”
He smiles. “Very good, Mrs. Grey. You ready to face Gia again?”
Oh crap. I’d forgotten we were seeing her this evening to go over the final
plans. I roll my eyes. “I might want to keep you out of the way, keep you safe.”
I smirk.
“Protecting me?” Christian is laughing at me.
“As ever, Mr. Grey. From all sexual predators,” I whisper.
“As ever, Mr. Grey. From all sexual predators,” I whisper.
~o0o~
Christian is brushing his teeth when I crawl into bed. Tomorrow we go back
to reality—back to work, the paparazzi, and to Jack in custody but with the
possibility that he has an accomplice. Hmm . . . Christian was vague about
that. Does he know? And if he did know, would he tell me? I sigh. Getting
information out of Christian is like pulling teeth, and we’ve had such a lovely
weekend. Do I want to ruin the feel-good moment by trying to drag the
information out of him?
It’s been a revelation to see him out of his normal environment, outside this
apartment, relaxed and happy with his family. I wonder vaguely if it’s because
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memories and associations—that he gets wound up. Maybe we should
move.
I snort. We are moving—we’re ha一ving a huge house refurbished on the
coast. Gia’s plans are complete and approved, and Elliot’s team starts
buildin
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