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Christian asks.
“Supercilious? I thought he was fine.”
“He was trying to impress you.”
“Well, he succeeded.”
Christian’s mouth twists in amused disgust.
“Shall we go see?” I offer.
“Lead on, Mrs. Grey.”
After lunch and a quick detour to the Heathman to pick up Christian’s laptop,
we return to the hospital. I spend the afternoon with Ray, reading aloud from
one of the manuscripts I’ve been sent. My only accompaniment is the sound
of the machinery keeping him alive, keeping him with me. Now that I know
he’s making progress, I can breathe a little easier and relax. I’m hopeful. He
just needs time to get well. I’ve got time—I can give him that. I wonder idly if I
should try calling Mom again, but decide to do it later. I hold Ray’s hand
loosely as I read to him, squeezing it occasionally, willing him to be well. His
fingers feel soft and warm beneath my touch. He still has the indentation on
his finger where he wore his wedding ring—even after all this time.
An hour or two later, I don’t know how long, I glance up to see Christian,
laptop in hand, standing at the end of Ray’s bed with Nurse Kellie.
“It’s time to go, Ana.”
Oh. I clasp Ray’s hand tightly. I don’t want to lea一ve him.
“I want to feed you. Come. It’s late.” Christian sounds insistent.
“I’m about to give Mr. Steele a sponge bath.” Nurse Kellie says.
“Okay.” I concede. “We’ll be back tomorrow morning.”
I bend and kiss Ray on his cheek, feeling his unfamiliar stubble beneath my
lips. I don’t like it . Keep getting better, Daddy. I love you.
“I thought we’d dine downstairs. In a private room,” Christian says, a gleam in
his eye as he opens the door to our suite.
“Really? Finish what you started a few months ago?”
He smirks. “If you’re very lucky, Mrs. Grey.”
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I laugh. “Christian, I don’t ha一ve anything dressy to wear.”
He smiles, holds out his hand, and leads me into the bedroom. He opens the
wardrobe to reveal a large plain white dress bag hanging inside.
“Taylor?” I ask.
“Chr
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