d!
My BlackBerry jumps to life, “Your Love is King” filling the room. Oh no! What
does Christian want? To twist the knife in my wounds?
“Was it always the money?”
Oh, Christian—how could you think that? Anger flares in my gut. Yes, anger. It
helps. I send the call to voice mail. I’ll deal with my husband later.
There’s a knock on the door.
“Mrs. Grey.” It’s Whelan. “The money is ready.”
“Thank you.” I stand up and the room spins momentarily. I clutch the chair.
“Mrs. Grey, are you feeling okay?”
I nod and give him a back-off-now-mister stare. I take another deep calming
breath. I ha一ve to do this. I ha一ve to do this. I must sa一ve Mia. I pull the hem of
my hooded sweatshirt down, concealing the butt of the pistol in the back of
my jeans.
Mr. Whelan frowns but holds open the door, and I propel myself forward on
my shaking limbs.
Sawyer is waiting at the entrance, scanning the public area. Shit!
Our eyes meet, and he frowns at me, gauging my reaction. Oh, he’s mad. I
hold up my index finger in a with-you-in-a-minute gesture. He nods and
answers a call on his cell phone. Shit! I bet that’s Christian. I turn abruptly,
almost colliding with Whelan right behind me, and bolt back into the little
office.
“Mrs. Grey?” Whelan sounds confused as he follows me back in. Sawyer
could blow this whole plan. I gaze up at Whelan.
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me.”
Whelan’s eyes widen.
“Do you want me to call the police?”
“No!” Holy fuck, no. What am I going to do? I glance at my watch. It’s nearly
three fifteen. Jack will call any moment. Think, Ana, think!
Whelan gazes at me in growing desperation and bewilderment. He must
think I’m crazy. You are crazy, my subconscious snaps.
“I need to make a call. Could you give me some privacy, please?”
“Certainly,” Whelan answers—grateful, I think, to lea一ve the room. When he’s
closed the door, I call Mia’s cell phone with trembling fingers.
“Well, if it isn’t my paycheck,” Jack answers
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