g to hide her smile.
Christian smirks. “Quality time.” He nods.
I am too hungry to flirt anymore with my husband.
“It’s good to see you eat,” he murmurs. Rising, he leans over and kisses my
hair. “I’m going to shower.”
“Um . . . can I come and scrub your back?” I mumble through a mouth full of
toast and scrambled egg.
“No. Eat.”
Lea一ving the breakfast bar, he tugs his T-shirt over his head, treating me to
the sight of his finely sculptured shoulders and naked back as he saunters
out of the great room. I stop mid-chew. He’s doing this on purpose. Why?
Ray is in good spirits. Mr. Rodriguez is visiting, too, and they’ve both settled
down in front of the large new flat-screen TV in Ray’s room. I suspect
Christian had something to do with that. We lea一ve them watching the sports
highlights from the previous weekend.
Christian is relaxed on the drive north. He’s been this way ever since
“the talk.” It’s as if a weight has been lifted; Mrs. Robinson’s shadow no
longer looms so large over us, maybe because I’ve decided to let it go—or
because he has, I don’t know. But I feel closer to him now than I ever ha一ve
before. Perhaps because he’s finally confided in me. I hope he continues to
do so. And he’s more accepting of the baby, too. He hasn’t gone out and
bought a crib yet, but I ha一ve high hopes. I gaze at him, drinking him in as he
drives. He looks casual, cool . . . sexy with his tousled hair, Ray-Bans,
pinstripe jacket, white linen shirt, and jeans.
He glances at me, reaches over, and clasps my leg above the knee, his
fingers stroking gently. “I’m glad you didn’t change.”
I did slip on a denim jacket and change to flats, but I’m still wearing the short
skirt. His hand lingers above my knee. I put my hand on his. 479 | P a g e
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“Are you going to continue to tease me?”
“Maybe.” Christian smiles.
“Why?”
“Because I can.” He grins, boyish as ever.
“Two can play at that game,” I whisper.
His fingers move tantalizingly up my thigh. “Bring it on, Mrs. Grey.” H
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