Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 20
Iscowlather,andshepokeshertongueoutatme,makingmesmileunwillingly.PlayfulKateisnovel;mustbeElliot’sinfluence.Wewavethemoffatthedoorway,andChristianturnstome.
“Weshouldgo,too—youhaveinterviewstomorrow.”
Miaembracesmewarmlyaswesayourgood-byes.
“Weneverthoughthe’dfindanyone!”shegushes.
Iflush,andChristianrollshiseyesagain.Ipursemylips.WhycanhedothatwhenIcan’t?Iwanttorollmyeyesbackathim,butIdonotdare,notafterhisthreatintheboathouse.
“Takecareofyourself,Anadear,”Gracesayskindly.
Christian,embarrassedorfrustratedbythelavishattentionI’mreceivingfromtheremainingGreys,grabsmyhandandpullsmetohisside.
“Let’snotfrightenherawayorspoilherwithtoomuchaffection,”hegrumbles.
“Christian,stopteasing,”Gracescoldshimindulgently,hereyesglowingwithloveandaffectionforhim.
Somehow,Idon’tthinkhe’steasing.Isurreptitiouslywatchtheirinteraction.It’sobviousGraceadoreshimwithamother’sunconditionallove.Hebendsandkissesherstiffly.
“Mom,”hesays,andthere’sanundercurrentinhisvoice—reverencemaybe?
“Mr.Grey—good-byeandthankyou.”Iholdoutmyhandtohim,andhehugsme,too!
“Please,callmeCarrick.Idohopeweseeyouagainverysoon,Ana.”
Ourfarewellssaid,Christianleadsmetothecar,whereTayloriswaiting.Hashebeenwaitingherethewholetime?Tayloropensmydoor,andIslideintothebackoftheAudi.
Ifeelsomeofthetensionleavingmyshoulders.Jeez,whataday.
