Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 24
Heglancesatmebrieflyandjustshakeshishead.
“Justdidn’tworkout.”
Whoa,abucketloadofinformationtoprocess.Iglanceinthesidemirrorofthecar,andInoticethesoftswellofpinkandaquamarineintheskybehindthecar.Dawnisfollowingus.
“Whereareweheaded?”Iask,perplexed,gazingoutatInterstate95.We’reheadingsouth,that’sallIknow.
“Anairfield.”
“We’renotgoingbacktoSeattle,arewe?”Igasp,alarmed.Ihaven’tsaidgood-byetomymom.Jeez,she’sexpectingusfordinner.
Helaughs.“No,Anastasia,we’regoingtoindulgeinmysecondfavoritepastime.”
“Second?”Ifrownathim.
“Yep.Itoldyoumyfavoritethismorning.”
Iglanceathisgloriousprofile,frowning,rackingmybrain.
“Indulginginyou,MissSteele.That’sgottobetopofmylist.AnywayIcangetyou.”
Oh.
“Well,that’squitehighuponmylistofdiverting,kinkypriorities,too,”Imutter,blushing.
“I’mpleasedtohearit,”hemuttersdryly.
“So,airfield?”
Hegrinsatme.“Soaring.”
Thetermringsavaguebell.He’smentioneditbefore.
“We’regoingtochasethedawn,Anastasia.”HeturnsandgrinsatmeastheGPSurgeshimtoturnrightintowhatlookslikeanindustrialcomplex.HepullsupoutsidealargewhitebuildingwithasignreadingBRUNSWICKSOARINGASSOCIATION.
Gliding!We’regoinggliding?
Heswitchesofftheengine.
“Youupforthis?”heasks.
“You’reflying?”
“Yes.”
“Yes,please!”Idon’thesitate.Hegrinsandleansforwardandkissesme.
