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Chapter 19
“Anastasia,you’vemetmymother,Grace.Thisismydad,Carrick.”
“Mr.Grey,whatapleasuretomeetyou.”Ismileandshakehisoutstretchedhand.
“Thepleasureisallmine,Anastasia.”
“Please,callmeAna.”
Hisblueeyesaresoftandgentle.
“Ana,howlovelytoseeyouagain.”Gracewrapsmeinawarmhug.“Comein,mydear.”
“Isshehere?”Ihearascreechfromwithinthehouse.IglancenervouslyatChristian.
“ThatwouldbeMia,mylittlesister,”hesaysalmostirritably,butnotquite.
There’sanundercurrentofaffectioninhiswords,thewayhisvoicegrowssofterandhiseyescrinkleashementionshername.Christianobviouslyadoresher.It’sarevelation.Andshecomesbarrelingdownthehall,ravenhaired,tall,andcurvaceous.She’saboutmyage.
“Anastasia!I’veheardsomuchaboutyou.”Shehugsmehard.
Holycow.Ican’thelpbutsmileatherboundlessenthusiasm.
“Ana,please,”Imurmurasshedragsmeintothelargevestibule.It’salldarkwoodfloorsandantiquerugswithasweepingstaircasetothesecondfloor.
“He’sneverbroughtagirlhomebefore,”saysMia,darkeyesbrightwithexcitement.
IglimpseChristianrollinghiseyes,andIraiseaneyebrowathim.Henarrowshiseyesatme.
“Mia,calmdown,”Graceadmonishessoftly.“Hello,darling,”shesaysasshekissesChristianonbothcheeks.Hesmilesdownatherwarmly,andthenshakeshandswithhisfather.
Weallturnandheadintothelivingroom.Miahasnotletgoofmyhand.
