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Chapter 10
Greyfromafar.Happy,uncomplicateddays.
Kateblushes.Ohmy…KatherineAgnesKavanaghgoesallAnastasiaRoseSteeleonme.Shegivesmeadewy-eyedlook.I’veneverseenherreactthiswaytoamanbefore.Myjawdropstothefloor.Where’sKate;whathaveyoudonewithher?
“Oh,Ana,”shegushes.“He’sjustso…everything.Andwhenwe…oh…reallygood.”Shecanhardlystringasentencetogether,she’sgotitsobad.
“Ithinkyou’retryingtotellmethatyoulikehim.”
Shenods,grinninglikealunatic.
“AndI’mseeinghimonSaturday.He’sgoingtohelpusmove.”Sheclaspsherhandstogether,leapsupoffthecouch,andpirouettestothewindow.Moving.Crap—I’dforgottenallaboutthat,evenwiththepackingcasessurroundingus.
“That’shelpfulofhim,”Isayappreciatively.Icangettoknowhim,too.Perhapshecangivememoreinsightintohisstrange,disturbingbrother.
“Sowhatdidyoudolastnight?”Iask.Shecocksherheadatmeandraiseshereyebrowsinawhat-do-think-stupidlook.
“Prettymuchwhatyoudid,thoughwehaddinnerfirst.”Shegrinsatme.“Areyouokayreally?Youlookkindofoverwhelmed.”
“Ifeeloverwhelmed.Christianisveryintense.”
“Yeah,Icouldseehowhecouldbe.Buthewasgoodtoyou?”
“Yes,”Ireassureher.“I’mreallyhungry,shallIcook?”
Shenodsandpicksuptwomorebookstopack.
“Whatdoyouwanttodowiththefourteen-thousand-dollarbooks?”sheasks.
“I’mgoingtoreturnthemtohim.”
“Really?”
“It’sacompletelyover-the-topgift.
