he possibilities. Tell Christian?
Tell Taylor? Call the police? How will Jack know? Does he actually ha一ve
Mia? I need time, time to think—but I can only accomplish that by following
his instructions. I grab my purse and head for the door.
“Hannah, I ha一ve to go out. I am not sure how long I’ll be. Cancel my
appointments this afternoon. Let Elizabeth know I ha一ve to deal with an
emergency.”
“Sure, Ana. Everything okay?” Hannah frowns, concern etched on her face as
she watches me flee.
“Yes,” I call back distractedly, hurrying toward reception where Sawyer is
waiting.
“Sawyer.” He leaps up from the armchair at the sound of my voice, and
frowns when he sees my face.
“I’m not feeling well. Please take me home.”
“Sure, ma’am. Do you want to wait here while I get the car?”
“No, I’ll come with you. I’m in a hurry to get home.”
I gaze out the window in stark terror, running through my plan. Get home.
Change. Find checkbook. Escape from Ryan and Sawyer somehow. Go to
bank. Hell, how much room does five million dollars take up? What will it
weigh? Will I need a suitcase? Should I telephone the bank in advance? Mia.
Mia. What if he doesn’t ha一ve Mia? How can I check? If I call Grace it will
raise her suspicions, and possibly endanger Mia. He said he would know. I
glance out the back of the SUV. Am I being followed? My heart races as I
examine the cars following us. They look innocuous enough. Oh, Sawyer,
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Please. My eyes flicker to meet his in the rearview mirror and his brow
creases.
Sawyer presses a button on his Bluetooth headset to answer a call.
“T . . . I wanted to let you know Mrs. Grey is with me.” Sawyer’s eyes meet
mine once more before he looks back at the road and continues.
“She’s unwell. I’m taking her back to Escala . . . I see . . . sir.”
Sawyer’s eyes flick from the road to mine in the rearview mirror again.
“Yes,” he agrees, and hangs up.
“Taylor?” I whisper.
He nods.
“He’s with Mr. Grey?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Sawyer’s look soft
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