Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 14
Iunderstandthatyou’reakeenfisherman.”
Rayraiseshiseyebrowsandsmiles—arare,genuine,bonafideRaySteelesmile—andofftheygo,talkingfish.Infact,Isoonfeelsurplustorequirements.He’scharmingthepantsoffmydad…likehedidyou,mysubconscioussnapsatme.Hispowerknowsnobounds.IexcusemyselftogoandfindKate.
She’stalkingtoherparents,whoaredelightfulaseverandgreetmewarmly.Weexchangebriefpleasantries,mostlyabouttheirupandcomingvacationtoBarbadosandaboutourmove.
“Kate,howcouldyououtmetoRay?”Ihissatthefirstopportunitywewon’tbeoverheard.
“BecauseIknewyouneverwould,andIwanttohelpwithChristian’scommitmentissues.”Katesmilesatmesweetly.
Iscowl.It’smethatwon’tcommittohim,silly!
“Heseemstrèscoolaboutit,Ana.Don’tsweatit.Lookathimnow—Christiancannottakehiseyesoffyou.”Iglanceup,andbothRayandChristianarelookingatme.“He’sbeenwatchingyoulikeahawk.”
“I’dbettergorescueRay,orChristian.Idon’tknowwhich.Youhaven’theardthelastofthis,KatherineKavanagh!”Iglareather.
“Ana,Ididyouafavor,”shecallsafterme.
“Hi.”Ismileatbothofthemonmyreturn.
Theyseemokay.Christianisenjoyingsomeprivatejoke,andmydadlooksunbelievablyrelaxedgivenhe’sinasocialsituation.Whathavetheybeendiscussingapartfromfish?
“Ana,wherearetherestrooms?”
“Backoutfrontofthemarqueeandtotheleft.”
“Seeyouinamoment.Youkidsenjoyyourselves.”
Rayheadsout.
