”
“You want to see Christian?” My stomach free-falls to the floor. That’s why
she’s here.
“Yes. I wanted to ask you if that would be okay.”
Holy fuck. I gape at her, and I want to tell her that it’s not okay. I don’t want
her anywhere near my husband. Why is she here? To assess the
opposition? To unsettle me? Or perhaps she needs this as some sort of
closure?
“Leila.” I flounder, exasperated. “It’s not up to me, it’s up to Christian. You’ll
need to ask him. He doesn’t need my permission. He’s a grown man . . .
most of the time.”
She gazes at me for a fraction of a beat, as if surprised by my reaction then
laughs softly, nervously twiddling the end of her hair.
“He’s repeatedly refused all my requests to see him,” she says quietly.
Oh shit. I’m in more trouble than I thought.
“Why is it so important for you to see him?” I ask gently.
“To thank him. I’d be rotting in a stinking prison psychiatric facility if it wasn’t
for him. I know that.” She glances down, and runs her finger along the edge of
the table. “I suffered a serious psychotic episode, and without Mr. Grey and
John—Dr. Flynn . . .” She shrugs and gazes up at me once more, her face full
of gratitude. Once again I’m speechless. What does she expect me to say?
Surely she should be saying these things to Christian, not me.
“And for art school. I can’t thank him enough for that.”
I knew it! Christian is funding her classes. I remain expressionless, tentatively
exploring my feelings for this woman now that she’s confirmed my suspicions
about Christian’s generosity. To my surprise, I feel no ill will toward her. It’s a
revelation—I’m glad she’s better. Now, hopefully, she can move on with her
life and out of ours.
“Are you missing classes being here?” I ask, because I’m interested.
“Only two. I head home tomorrow.”
Oh good. “What are your plans, while you’re here?”
“Pick up my belongings from Susi, return to Hamden. Continue painting and
learning. Mr. Grey already has a couple of my paintings.”
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