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He slides on his pajamas, climbs into bed, and gently pulls me into his arms.
“It’s coming back to me. I remember the food. I think Mrs. Collier could cook.
And at least we know now why that fucker is so hung up on my family.” He
runs his free hand through his hair. “Fuck!” he says suddenly turning to gape
at me.
“What?”
“It makes sense now!” His eyes are full of recognizance.
“What?”
“Baby Bird. Mrs. Collier used to call me Baby Bird.”
I frown. “What makes sense?”
“The note,” he says gazing at me. “The ransom note that fucker left. It went
something like ‘Do you know who I am? Because I know who you are, Baby
Bird.’ ”
This is not makes no sense to me at all.
“It’s from a kids book. Shit. I’ve just remembered. The Colliers had it. It was
called . . . ‘Are You My Mother?’ Shit.” His eyes widen. “I loved that book.”
Oh. I know that book. My heart lurches— Fifty!
“Mrs. Collier used to read it to me.”
I am at a loss what to say.
“Christ. He knew . . . that fucker knew.”
“Will you tell the police?”
“Yes. I will. Christ knows what Clark will do with that information.” Christian
shakes his head as if trying to clear his thoughts. “Anyway, thank you for this
evening.”
Whoa. Gear change.
“For what?”
“Catering for my family at a moment’s notice.”
“Don’t thank me, thank Mia and Mrs. Jones. She keeps the pantry well
stocked.”
He shakes his head as if in exasperation. At me? Why?
“How are you feeling, Mrs. Grey?”
“Good. How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine.” He frowns . . . not understanding my concern. Oh . . . in that case. I
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He laughs and grabs my hand. “Oh no. Don’t get any ideas.”
I pout, and he sighs. “Ana, Ana, Ana, what am I going to do with you?” He
kisses my hair.
“I ha一ve some ideas.” I squirm beside him, and wince as pain radiates
through my upper body from my bruised ribs.
“Baby, you’ve been through enough. Beside
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