Chapter Twenty-four
“Much as I’d like to kiss you all day, your breakfast is getting cold,”
Christian murmurs against my lips. He gazes down at me, now amused,
except his eyes are darker, sensual. Holy cow, he’s switched again. My Mr.
Mercurial.
“Eat,” he orders, his voice soft. I swallow, a reaction to his smoldering look,
and crawl back into bed, a一voiding snagging my IV
line. He pushes the tray in front of me. The oatmeal is cold, but the pancakes
under the cover are fine—in fact, they’re mouthwatering.
“You know,” I mutter between mouthfuls, “Blip might be a girl.”
Christian runs his hand through his hair. “Two women, eh?” Alarm flashes
across his face, and his dark look vanishes. Oh crap.
“Do you ha一ve a preference?”
“Preference?”
“Boy or girl.”
He frowns. “Healthy will do,” he says quietly clearly disconcerted by the
question. “Eat,” he snaps, and I know he’s trying to a一void the subject.
“I’m eating, I’m eating . . . Jeez, keep your hair on, Grey.” I watch him
carefully. The corners of his eyes are crinkled with worry. He’s said he’ll try,
but I know he’s still freaked out by the baby. Oh, Christian, so am I. He sits
down in the armchair beside me, picking up the Seattle Times.
“You made the papers again, Mrs. Grey.” His is tone bitter.
“Again?”
“The hacks are just rehashing yesterday’s story, but it seems factually
accurate. You want to read it?”
I shake my head. “Read it to me. I’m eating.”
He smirks and proceeds to read the article aloud. It’s a report on Jack and
Elizabeth, depicting them as a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde. It briefly
covers Mia’s kidnap, my involvement in Mia’s rescue, and the 447 | P a g e
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fact that both Jack and I are in the same hospital. How does the press get all
this information? I must ask Kate. Christian finishes.
“Please read something else. I like listening to you.”
He obliges and reads me a report about a booming bagel business and the
fact that Boeing has had to cancel the launch of some plane. Christian frow
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