rk.”
I don’t say goodbye to Christian. He’s still in the shower when Sawyer and I
lea一ve. As I gaze out of the darkened windows of the SUV, my composure
slips and my eyes water. My mood is reflected in the gray, dreary sky, and I
feel a strange sense of foreboding. We didn’t actually discuss the baby. I
ha一ve had less than twenty-four hours to assimilate the news of Little Blip—
Christian has had even less time. “He doesn’t even know your name.” I
caress my belly and wipe tears from my face.
“Mrs. Grey.” Sawyer interrupts my reverie. “We’re here.”
“Oh. Thanks, Sawyer.”
“I’m going to make a run to the deli, ma’am. Can I get you anything?”
“No. Thank you, no. I’m not hungry.”
Hannah has my latte waiting for me. I take one sniff of it and my stomach
roils.
“Um—can I ha一ve tea, please?” I mutter, embarrassed. I knew there 406 | P a
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was a reason I never really liked coffee. Jeez, it smells foul.
“You okay, Ana?”
I nod and scurry into the safety of my office. My BlackBerry buzzes. It’s Kate.
“Why was Christian looking for you?” she asks with no preamble at all.
“Good morning, Kate. How are you?”
“Cut the crap, Steele. What gives?” The Katherine Ka一vanagh Inquisition
begins.
“Christian and I had a fight, that’s all.”
“Did he hurt you?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, but not the way you’re thinking.” I cannot deal with Kate at
the moment. I know I will cry—and right now I am so proud of myself for not
breaking down this morning. “Kate, I ha一ve a meeting. I’ll call you back.”
“Good. You’re all right?”
“Yes.” No. “I’ll call you later, okay?”
“Okay, Ana, ha一ve it your own way. I’m here for you.”
Oh no . . .“I know,” I whisper and fight the backlash of emotion at her kind
words. I am not going to cry. I am not going to cry.
“Ray okay?”
“Yes,” I whisper the word.
“Oh, Ana,” she whispers.
“Don’t.”
“Okay. Talk later.”
“Yes.”
During the course of the morning, I sporadically check my e-mails, hoping for
word from Christian. But there’s nothing. As the day wears on, I realize he
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