Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 10
She’simpeccablyattiredinacamel-coloredfineknitsweaterdresswithmatchingshoes.Shelooksgroomed,elegant,beautiful,andinsideIdiealittle,knowingIlooksuchamess.
“Mother,thisisAnastasiaSteele.Anastasia,thisisGraceTrevelyan-Grey.”
Dr.Trevelyan-Greyholdsherhandouttome.T…forTrevelyan?Hisinitial.
“Whatapleasuretomeetyou,”shemurmurs.IfI’mnotmistaken,thereiswonderandmaybestunnedreliefinhervoiceandawarmglowinherhazeleyes.Igraspherhand,andIcan’thelpbutsmile,returningherwarmth.
“Dr.Trevelyan-Grey,”Imurmur.
“CallmeGrace.”Shegrins,andChristianfrowns.“IamusuallyDr.Trevelyan,andMrs.Greyismymother-in-law.”Shewinks.“Sohowdidyoutwomeet?”ShelooksquestioninglyatChristian,unabletohidehercuriosity.
“AnastasiainterviewedmeforthestudentpaperatWSUbecauseI’mconferringthedegreestherethisweek.”
Doublecrap.I’dforgottenthat.
“Soyouaregraduatingthisweek?”Graceasks.
“Yes.”
Mycellphonestartsringing.Kate,Ibet.
“Excuseme.”It’sinthekitchen.Iwanderoverandleanacrossthebreakfastbar,notcheckingthenumber.
“Kate.”
“Diosmío!Ana!”Holycrap,it’sJosé.Hesoundsdesperate.“Whereareyou?I’vebeentryingtocontactyou.Ineedtoseeyou,toapologizeformybehavioronFriday.Whyhaven’tyoureturnedmycalls?”
“Look,José,now’snotagoodtime.”IglanceanxiouslyoveratChristian,who’swatchingmeintently,hisfaceimpassiveashemurmurssomethingtohismom.Iturnmybacktohim.
