Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 14
Christiantakesmyhandandbringsittohislipsandkissesmyknucklestenderly,hisscorchingeyesintentonmine.
“Later,MissSteele,”hebreathes,hisvoicefullofpromise.
Mybellycurlsatthethought.Hangon…later?
Raytakesmyelbowandleadsmetowardtheentrancetothetent.
“Seemsasolidyoungman.Welloff,too.Youcoulddoalotworse,Annie.ThoughwhyIhadtohearabouthimfromKatherine…”hescolds.
Ishrugapologetically.
“Well,anymanwholikesandknowshisfly-fishingisokaywithme.”
Holycow—Rayapproves.Ifonlyheknew.
RAYDROPSMEBACKatthehouseatdusk.
“Callyourmom,”hesays.
“Iwill.Thanksforcoming,Dad.”
“Wouldn’thavemisseditfortheworld,Annie.Youmakemesoproud.”
Ohno.I’mnotgoingtogetemotional.Ahugelumpformsinmythroat,andIhughim,hard.Heputshisarmsaroundme,bemused,andIcan’thelpit—tearspoolinmyeyes.
“Hey,Annie,sweetheart,”Raycroons.“Bigoldday…eh?Wantmetocomeinandmakeyousometea?”
Ilaugh,inspiteofmytears.Teaisalwaystheanswer,accordingtoRay.Iremembermymothercomplainingabouthim,sayingthatwhenitcametoteaandsympathy,hewasalwaysgoodatthetea,notsohotonthesympathy.
“No,Dad,I’mgood.It’sbeensogreattoseeyou.I’llvisitrealsoononceI’msettledinSeattle.”
“Goodluckwiththeinterviews.Letmeknowhowtheygo.”
“Surething,Dad.”
“Loveyou,Annie.”
“Loveyou,too,Dad.”
Hesmiles,hisbrowneyeswarm,glowing,andheclimbsbackintohiscar.
