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Chapter 20
Andanotherthing,IonlymentionedGeorgiabecauseKatewastalkingaboutBarbados.Ihaven’tmadeupmymind.”
“Doyouwanttogoandseeyourmother?”
“Yes.”
Helooksoddlyatme,likehe’shavingsomeinternalstruggle.
“CanIcomewithyou?”heaskseventually.
What!
“Erm…Idon’tthinkthat’sagoodidea.”
“Whynot?”
“Iwashopingforabreakfromallthis…intensitytotrytothinkthingsthrough.”
Hestaresatme.
“I’mtoointense?”
Iburstoutlaughing.“That’sputtingitmildly!”
Inthelightofthepassingstreetlamps,Iseehislipsquirkup.
“Areyoulaughingatme,MissSteele?”
“Iwouldn’tdare,Mr.Grey,”Ireplywithmockseriousness.
“Ithinkyoudare,andIthinkyoudolaughatme,frequently.”
“Youarequitefunny.”
“Funny?”
“Ohyes.”
“Funnypeculiarorfunnyha-ha?”
“Oh…alotofoneandsomeoftheother.”
“Whichwaymore?”
“I’llleaveyoutofigurethatout.”
“I’mnotsureifIcanfigureanythingoutaroundyou,Anastasia,”hesayssardonically,andthencontinuesquietly,“WhatdoyouneedtothinkaboutinGeorgia?”
“Us,”Iwhisper.
Hestaresatme,impassive.
“Yousaidyou’dtry,”hemurmurs.
“Iknow.”
“Areyouhavingsecondthoughts?”
“Possibly.”
Heshiftsasifuncomfortable.
“Why?”
Holycrap.Howdidthissuddenlybecomesuchanintenseandmeaningfulconversation?It’sbeensprungonme,likeanexamthatI’mnotpreparedfor.WhatdoIsay?BecauseIthinkIloveyou,andyoujustseemeasatoy.
