一ve all the details? . . .
Good . . . Yes. It can hold until Monday morning, but email just in case—I’ll
print, sign, and scan it back to you . . . They can wait. Go home, Andrea . . .
No, we’re good, thank you.” He hangs up.
“Everything okay?”
“Yes.”
“Is this your Taiwan thing?”
“Yes.” He shifts beneath me.
“Am I too hea一vy?”
He snorts. “No, baby.”
“Are you worried about the Taiwan thing?”
“No.”
“I thought it was important.”
“It is. The shipyard here depends on it. There are lots of jobs at stake.”
Oh!
“We just ha一ve to sell it to the unions. That’s Sam and Ros’s job. But the way
the economy’s heading, none of us ha一ve a lot of choice.”
I yawn.
“Am I boring you, Mrs. Grey?” He nuzzles my hair again, amused.
“No! Never . . . I’m just very comfortable on your lap. I like hearing about your
business.”
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“You do?” He sounds surprised.
“Of course.” I lean back to gaze directly at him. “I like hearing any bit of
information you deign to share with me.” I smirk, and he regards me with
amusement and shakes his head.
“Always hungry for more information, Mrs. Grey.”
“Tell me.” I urge him as I snuggle up against his chest again.
“Tell you what?”
“Why you do it.”
“Do what?”
“Work the way you do.”
“A guy’s got to earn a living.” He’s amused.
“Christian, you earn more than a living.” My voice is full of irony. He frowns
and is quiet for a moment. I think he’s not going to pulge any secrets, but he
surprises me.
“I don’t want to be poor,” he says, his voice low. “I’ve done that. I’m not going
back there again. Besides . . . it’s a game,” he murmurs.
“It’s about winning. A game I’ve always found very easy.”
“Unlike life,” I murmur to myself. Then I realize I said the words out loud.
“Yes, I suppose.” He frowns. “Though it’s easier with you.”
Easier with me? I hug him tightly. “It can’t all be a game.. You’re very
philanthropic.”
He shrugs, and I know he’s growing uncomfortable. “About some things,
maybe,” he says quietly.
“I love philanthropic Christian,” I m
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