is grin
broadens.
I pick up his hand and put it back on his knee. “Well, you can keep your
hands to yourself.”
He smirks. “As you wish, Mrs. Grey.”
Dammit. This game is going to backfire on me.
Christian turns into the driveway of our new house. He stops at the keypad
and punches in a number, and the ornate white metal gates swing open. We
roar up the tree-lined lane, under lea一ves that are a blend of green, yellow,
and burnished copper. The tall grass in the meadow is turning gold, but there
are still a few yellow wildflowers dotted among the grass. It’s a beautiful day.
The sun is shining, and the salty tang of the Sound is in the air mixed with the
scent of the coming fall. This is such a tranquil and beautiful place. And to
think we’re going to make our home here.
The lane curves around, and our house comes into view. Several large
trucks, sides emblazoned with GREY CONSTRUCTION, are parked out
front. The house is decked in scaffolding, and several workmen in hard hats
are busy on the roof.
Christian pulls up outside the portico and switches off the engine. I can sense
his excitement.
“Let’s go find Elliot.”
“Is he here?”
“I hope so. I’m paying him enough.”
I snort, and Christian grins as we get out of the car.
“Yo, Bro!” Elliot shouts from somewhere. We both glance around.
“Up here!” He’s up on the roof, wa一ving down at us and beaming from ear to
ear. “About time we saw you here. Stay where you are. I’ll be right down.”
I glance at Christian, who shrugs. A few minutes later, Elliot 480 | P a g e
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appears at the front door.
“Hey, Bro.” He shakes Christian’s hand. “And how are you, little lady?” He
picks me up and swings me around.
“Better, thanks,” I giggle breathlessly, my ribs protesting. Christian frowns at
him, but Elliot ignores him.
“Let’s head over to the site office. You’ll need one of these.” He taps his hard
hat.
The house is a shell. The floors are covered in a hard fibrous material that
looks like burlap; some of the original walls ha一ve dis
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