![]() I support at least two gun control initiatives here in Washington." My mom has patched up too many victims of gun crime, and my dad is vehemently antigun. ![]() "You should ask Taylor to teach you how to shoot," I say as we travel down in the elevator. Christian always brushes his teeth before breakfast. "I am just going to brush my teeth," I mutter. I'm grateful, recalling my state of undress when we bumped into each other last night. Grey." He nods at us both, but he's careful not to look me in the eye. Is she still in-where is it? East somewhere. I am stunned by this news and briefly wonder what's happened to her. He stands, distracted, and slips on his gray jacket. Taylor coughs discreetly from the entrance. "Christian, there's no safety on that revolver. He frowns at my non sequitur and probably at my accusatory tone, though I don't mean it that way. "Five people have been fired because of that, Ana. "That was sabotage." A dark expression crosses his face, and for a moment I wonder if he knows who was responsible. "Hey." He caresses my face with the back of his knuckles. I thought, we thought, you'd-" I can't finish the sentence, and Christian's expression softens. "What?" he asks as he finishes his omelet. Can I tell him how nervous I'll be when he flies next time? "Well I'm glad she's nearly fixed, but-" I stop. My smile is partly from relief, but also the knowledge that the demise of Charlie Tango has occupied a great deal of Christian's thoughts and time over the last few weeks. Besides, she won't be back from the engineers for another two weeks." "I wouldn't fly to New York in Charlie Tango. That was possibly the lowest point in my life. I remember the last time he flew his helicopter.Ī wave of nausea hits me as I recall the anxious hours I spent waiting for news. "I just wanted to check if you were taking Charlie Tango." My voice is quiet, and a shiver runs down my spine. Is he laughing at me? Then a nasty thought pops into my mind. I'm assuming you'll take Taylor with you, but Sawyer and Ryan will be here-" I stop, because Christian is grinning at me. How can you expect me to run the business if I'm never there? I'll be fine here. "I know you own the company, but I've been away for three weeks. He gives me his oh-really-but-I'm-the-boss-stare. ![]() "I may have to go to New York later in the week." Christian's announcement interrupts my reverie. She has provided me with my breakfast of choice introduced to me on our honeymoon. I smile, and she responds with a warm smile of her own. I reach for the Greek yoghurt and spoon some onto my cereal, followed by a handful of blueberries. "Okay! Picking up spoon, eating granola," I mutter like a petulant teenager. Ignoring her, he stares at me impassively. Jones drops something that clatters into the sink, making me jump.Ĭhristian seems oblivious to the noise.
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