ut that ga一ve me a moment to
think about what you’d said . . . and I knew something was seriously wrong.”
“It was never about the money,” I snap suddenly, an unexpected surge of
anger flaring in my belly. My voice rises. “How could you even think that? It’s
never been about your fucking money!” My head starts to pound and I wince.
Christian gapes at me for a split second, surprised by my vehemence. He
narrows his eyes.
“Mind your language,” he growls. “Calm down and eat.”
I glare mutinously at him.
“Ana,” he warns.
“That hurt me more than anything, Christian,” I whisper. “Almost as 439 | P a
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much as you seeing that woman.”
He inhales sharply as if I’ve slapped him and all of a sudden, he looks
exhausted. Closing his eyes briefly, he shakes his head, resigned.
“I know.” He sighs. “And I’m sorry. More than you know.” His eyes are
luminous with contrition. “Please, eat. While your soup is still hot.” His voice
is soft and compelling, and I do as he asks. He breathes a sigh of relief.
“Go on,” I whisper, between bites of the illicit fresh white bread roll.
“We didn’t know Mia was missing. I thought maybe he was blackmailing you
or something. I called you back, but you didn’t answer.” He scowls. “I left you
a message then called Sawyer. Taylor started tracking your cell. I knew you
were at the bank, so we headed straight there.”
“I don’t know how Sawyer found me. Was he tracking my cell, too?”
“The Saab is fitted with a tracking device. All our cars are. By the time we got
near the bank, you were already on the move, and we followed. Why are you
smiling?”
“On some level I knew you’d be stalking me.”
“And that is amusing because?” he asks.
“Jack had instructed me to get rid of my cell. So I borrowed Whelan’s cell,
and that’s the one I threw away. I put mine into one of the duffle bags so you
could track your money.”
Christian sighs. “Our money, Ana,” he says quietly. “Eat.”
I wipe my soup bowl with the last of my bread and pop it into my mouth. For
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