. . . one stone.” Clark remains stony faced
and unfazed by my husband’s bad temper.
“Well, if we’re all done, I ha一ve work to attend to.” Christian stands and
Detective Clark follows his cue.
“Thank you for your time, Mrs. Grey,” he says politely. I nod.
“Mr. Grey.” Christian opens the door, and Detective Clark lea一ves. I sag into
the sofa.
“Can you believe that asshole?” Christian explodes.
“Clark?”
“No. That fucker, Hyde.”
“No, I can’t.”
“What’s his fucking game?” Christian whispers through gritted 376 | P a g e
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teeth.
“I don’t know. Do you think Clark believed me?”
“Of course he did. He knows Hyde is a fucked-up asshole.”
“You’re very sweary.”
“Sweary?” Christian smirks. “Is that a word?”
“It is now.”
Unexpectedly he grins and sits down beside me, pulling me into his arms.
“Don’t think about that fucker. Let’s go see your dad and try to talk about the
move tomorrow.”
“He was adamant that he wanted to stay in Portland and not be a bother.”
“I’ll talk to him.”
“I want to tra一vel with him.”
Christian gazes at me, and for a moment, I think he’s going to say no. “Okay.
I’ll come, too. Sawyer and Taylor can take the cars. I’ll let Sawyer drive your
R8 tonight.”
~o0o~
The following day Ray is examining his new surroundings—an airy, light,
room in the rehabilitation center of the Northwest Hospital in Seattle. It’s
noon, and he looks sleepy. The journey, via helicopter no less, has exhausted
him.
“Tell Christian I appreciate this,” he says quietly.
“You can tell him yourself. He’ll be along this evening.”
“Aren’t you going to go to work?”
“Probably. I just want to make sure you’re settled in here.”
“You get along. You don’t need to worry about me.”
“I like worrying about you. ”
My BlackBerry buzzes. I check the number—it’s not one I recognize.
“You going to answer that?” Ray asks.
“No. I don’t know who it is. The voice mail can take it for me. I bought you
some magazines.” I indicate the pile of sporting periodicals on his bedside
some magazines.” I indicate t
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