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Chapter 21
”Shecocksherheadtooneside—gah!WhyiseveryoneremindingmeofmyfavoriteFiftyShades?“Actually,Ana,you’reoneofthefewpeoplewhocouldreallypullthatlookoff.”
Igrin.“Ireallylikedthesecondplace.IthinkIcouldfitinthere.Theguywhointerviewedmewasunnerving,though…”Itrailoff—shit,I’mtalkingtoMegaphoneKavanaghhere.Shutup,Ana!
“Oh?”TheKatherineKavanaghradarforaninterestingtidbitofinformationswoopsintoaction—atidbitthatwillonlyresurfaceatsomeinopportuneandembarrassingmoment,whichremindsme.
“Incidentally,willyoupleasestopwindingChristianup?YourcommentaboutJoséatdinneryesterdaywasoutofline.He’sajealousguy.Itdoesn’tdoanygood,youknow.”
“Look,ifhewasn’tElliot’sbrotherI’dhavesaidalotworse.He’sarealcontrolfreak.Idon’tknowhowyoustandit.Iwastryingtomakehimjealous—givehimalittlehelpwithhiscommitmentissues.”Sheholdsherhandsupdefensively.“Butifyoudon’twantmetointerfere,Iwon’t,”shesayshastilyatmyscowl.
“Good.LifewithChristianiscomplicatedenough,trustme.”
Jeez,Isoundlikehim.
“Ana.”Shepauses,staringatme.“You’reokay,aren’tyou?You’renotrunningtoyourmother’stoescape?”
Iflush.“No,Kate.ItwasyouwhosaidIneededabreak.”
Sheclosesthedistancebetweenusandtakesmyhands—amostun-Katethingtodo.Ohno…tearsthreaten.
“You’rejust,Idon’tknow…different.Ihopeyou’reokay,andwhateverissuesyou’rehavingwithMr.
