opens my door
Shit. I hope that concern is not directed at me. I remove my headphones and clamber out to join Taylor. It’s a crisp morning, brighter than Seattle, but with a brisk breeze that carries the scent of fall. There’s no sign of Joe, the old-timer who’s normally here to oversee arrivals and departures. Maybe it’s too early in the day, or he’s not slated to work this morning…or it’s an omen or some shit.
For fuck’s sake, Grey. Pull yourself together.
Our driver is waiting outside the helipad building. Taylor opens the door of the Escalade and I slide in, then he takes the passenger seat up front.
With my bad dream about Ana still in mind, I call Sawyer.
“Mr. Grey.”
“Luke. Stay close to Mrs. Grey today.”
“Will do, sir.”
“Is she having breakfast?” I keep my voice low as I’m a little embarrassed to be asking. But I want to know she’s okay.
“I believe so, sir. We’re leaving in about fifteen minutes for the office.”
“Good. Thanks.” I hang up and stare morosely out the window at the Willamette River. Its metallic gray waters look chilly as we cross over the Steel Bridge. I shudder. This is hell. I need to talk to Ana. We can’t go on like this.
I have one option that might work.
Apologize, Grey.
Yeah. It’s my only option.
Because I behaved like an asshole.
Ana’s words come back to me: You need to grow up and smell the fucking coffee, and stop behaving like a petulant adolescent.
Fuck. She’s not wrong.
Now is not the time. I have to help the WSU Environmental Science Department nail additional funding from the USDA. It’s vital to progress the work that Professor Gravett and her team are undertaking in soil technology. Her work is reaping huge benefits in our test sites in Ghana. This is a game changer. Soil could be a key initiative not only in feeding the planet and alleviating food insecurity and poverty, but also through carbon sequestration reversing climate change. From my briefcase I pull out my notes and scan them once more.
The meeting has been a resounding success—we’ve secured an additional million dollars from the USDA. It appears that feeding the world is quite high on the federal government’s agenda, too. With the gratitude of Professors Choudury and Gravett ringing in my ears, Taylor and I head back to Portland. I check my phone, but there’s no word from my wife—not even a snarky response to my e-mail. It’s depressing. I’m anxious to get home and find some way to smooth her ruffled feathers…if I can.
Maybe a meal out?
A movie?
Soaring?
Sailing?
Sex?
What can I do?
I miss her.
The Escalade parks outside the helipad building, as Taylor makes a call.
“Sawyer, I read your text,” he murmurs, and he has my full attention.
Text? Is Ana okay?
He frowns as he listens. “Copy.” Taylor’s eyes meet mine. “I see. Hold on,” he says to Luke, then addresses me. “Mrs. Grey is feeling unwell. Sawyer is taking her back to the apartment.”
“Is it serious?”
“No reason to think so.”
“Okay. We’ll fly straight to Escala.”
“Yes, sir. Sawyer, we’re leaving shortly. We’ll divert directly to Escala, land there.”
“Keep her safe!” I shout, loud enough for Sawyer to hear me.
“You heard Mr. Grey. Text me if the situation changes.” Taylor hangs up.
With a renewed sense of urgency, Taylor and I enter the building, and I’m pleased that the elevator is waiting for us.
I hope Ana’s okay…and the baby.
Maybe I should call my mom, ask her to go over and check on Ana. Or Dr. Greene—though I’m not sure she’d take my call. It will take us an hour to get home, and I can’t wait that long; I try my mother, but there’s no phone signal—we’re in the elevator. I can’t call Ana, either.
Surely if it were serious she’d have called me?
Damn. I have no idea, given she’s not talking to me.
The elevator doors open, Charlie Tango is where we left her, and Stephan is waiting at the controls.
To hell with this. I’m going to fly her. I can direct my attention to the flight, rather than dwell on what’s happening at Escala.
I hope Ana goes to bed. Our bed.
Stephan steps down from the cockpit to greet us.
“Stephan, hi. I’d like to fly her home. We need a new course, for Escala.”
“Yes, sir.” He opens the pilot’s door for me, and I think he’s surprised by the change in my attitude. I climb aboard, buckle up, and begin the final preflight checks.
“All checks done?” I ask Stephan as he takes the seat beside me.
“Just