touches me, I will succumb. I know the power he
wields over me and over my traitorous body. I know. I hang on to my anger.
“I had a drink with someone I used to be close to. We cleared the air. I am
not going to see her again.”
“You sought her out?”
“Not at first. I tried to see Flynn. But I found myself at the salon.”
“And you expect me to believe you’re not going to see her again?” I cannot
contain my fury as I hiss at him. “What about the next time I step across some
imaginary line? This is the same argument we ha一ve over and over again.
Like we’re on some Ixion wheel. If I fuck up again, are you going to run back
to her?”
“I am not going to see her again,” he says with a chilling finality.
“She finally understands how I feel.”
I blink at him. “What does that mean?”
He straightens and runs a hand through his hair, exasperated and angry and
mute. I try a different tack.
“Why can you talk to her and not to me?”
“I was mad at you. Like I am now.”
“You don’t say!” I snap. “Well I am mad at you right now. Mad at you for being
so cold and callous yesterday when I needed you. Mad at you for saying I got
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for betraying me.” I manage to suppress a sob. His mouth drops open in
shock, and he closes his eyes briefly as if I’d slapped him. I swallow. Calm
down, Anastasia.
“I should ha一ve kept better track of my shots. But I didn’t do it on purpose. It
looks like the shot failed. I don’t know yet. This pregnancy is a shock to me,
too.” I mutter, trying for a modicum of civility. He glares at me, silent.
“You really fucked up yesterday,” I whisper. “I’ve had a lot to deal with over the
last few weeks.”
“You really fucked up three or four weeks ago. Or whenever you forgot your
shot.”
“God forbid I should be perfect like you.”
Oh stop, stop, stop. We stand glowering at each other.
“This is quite a performance, Mrs. Grey,” he whispers.
“Well, I’m glad that even knocked up I’m entertaining.”
He stares at me b
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