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Chapter 10
“Whereareyou?Kateisbeingsoevasive,”hewhines.
“I’minSeattle.”
“WhatareyoudoinginSeattle?Areyouwithhim?”
“José,I’llcallyoulater.Ican’ttalktoyounow.”Ihangup.
IwalknonchalantlybacktoChristianandhismother.Graceisinfullflow.
“…andElliotcalledtosayyouwerearound—Ihaven’tseenyoufortwoweeks,darling.”
“Didhenow?”Christianmurmurs,gazingatme,hisexpressionunreadable.
“Ithoughtwemighthavelunchtogether,butIcanseeyouhaveotherplans,andIdon’twanttointerruptyourday.”Shegathersupherlongcreamcoatandturnstohim,offeringhimhercheek.Hekissesherbriefly,sweetly.Shedoesn’ttouchhim.
“IhavetodriveAnastasiabacktoPortland.”
“Ofcourse,darling.Anastasia,it’sbeensuchapleasure.Idohopewemeetagain.”Sheholdsherhandouttome,hereyesglowing,andweshake.
Taylorappearsfrom…where?
“Mrs.Grey?”heasks.
“Thankyou,Taylor.”Heescortsherfromtheroomandthroughthedoubledoorstothefoyer.Taylorwasherethewholetime?Howlonghashebeenhere?Wherehashebeen?
Christianglaresatme.
“Sothephotographercalled?”
Crap.
“Yes.”
“Whatdidhewant?”
“Justtoapologize,youknow—forFriday.”
Christiannarrowshiseyes.
“Isee,”hesayssimply.
Taylorreappears.
“Mr.Grey,there’sanissuewiththeDarfurshipment.”
Christiannodscurtlyathim.
“CharlieTangobackatBoeingField?”
“Yes,sir.”
Taylornodsatme.
“MissSteele.”
Ismiletentativelybackathim,andheturnsandleaves.
