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and Ethan are holding hands.
“Shaken,” Carrick murmurs to me, his brow furrowing, his face serious. “He
remembers so much of his life with his birth mother; many things I wish he
didn’t. But this—” He stops. “I hope we’ve helped. I’m glad he called us. He
said you told him to.” Carrick’s gaze softens. I shrug and take a hasty sip of
champagne.
“You’re very good for him. He doesn’t listen to anyone else.”
I blink up at Carrick, frowning. I don’t think that’s true. The unwelcome specter
of the Bitch Troll looms large in my mind. I know Christian talks to Grace, too.
I heard him. Again I feel a moment’s frustration as I try to fathom their
conversation in the hospital, but it still eludes me.
“Come and sit down, Ana. You look tired. I’m sure you weren’t expecting all
of us here this evening.”
“It’s great to see everyone.” I smile. Because it’s true, it is great. I’m an only
child who has married into a large and gregarious family, and I love it. I
snuggle up next to Christian.
“One sip,” he hisses at me and takes my glass from my hand.
“Yes, Sir.” I bat my lashes, disarming him completely. He puts his arm around
my shoulders and returns to his baseball conversation with Elliot and Ethan.
“My parents think you walk on water,” Christian mutters as he drags off his Tshirt.
I’m curled up in bed watching the floorshow.
“Good thing you know differently.” I snort.
“Oh, I don’t know.” He slips out of his jeans.
“Did they fill in the gaps for you?”
“Some. I lived with the Colliers for two months while Mom and Dad waited for
the paperwork. They were already approved for adoption because of Elliot,
but the wait’s required by law to see if I had any living relatives who wanted to
claim me.”
Oh.
“How do you feel about that?” I whisper.
He frowns. “About ha一ving no living relatives? Fuck that. If they were anything
like the crack whore . . .” He shakes his head in disgust. Oh, Christian
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