Freed (Fifty Shades as Told by Christian #3) - E.L. James Page 0,66

“Yes. There’s that.”

“I can’t wait to take you away.”

“I can’t wait, either. Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“I like surprises.”

“I like you.”

“I like you, too, Christian.” She leans forward and kisses the tip of my nose.

“Are you sleepy?” I ask.

“No.”

Good. “Me neither. I’m not finished with you yet.”

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Elliot takes a swig of Macallan. It’s just after midnight, and he’s sprawled out on my couch, feet up, taking up about as much space as he can. The man has no sense of decorum.

“Man, this is good scotch.”

“Should be.” It’s expensive.

“What did she get you?” he asks. From my pocket I remove the turquoise Tiffany box that contains my wedding gift from Ana. Opening it up for the second time, I study the platinum cuff links, engraved with an elaborate C entwined with an A. She’s never bought me anything like this, and I love them. I’ll wear them tomorrow when we marry.

I hand them to Elliot and he nods in approval as he examines them. “Nice gift.”

“Yes. They’re perfect.”

“It’s late, bro.” He yawns. “We should turn in. In case it’s slipped your mind, you’re getting hitched in the morning.”

“We should.” My sip of Armagnac warms the back of my mouth before sliding smoothly down my throat. “It’ll be weird sleeping on my own.”

Now, there’s a sentence I never thought I’d utter.

“Tonight was cool,” he says, ignoring me. “I dig Ana’s parents. Bob doesn’t say much. Come to think of it, Ana’s dad doesn’t, either.”

“They’re both taciturn.” I arch an eyebrow. “Carla has a type.”

Elliot laughs. “It’s always the quiet ones. Like you, hotshot.” He raises his glass and grins at me.

Fuck off, Elliot. I scowl at him. “Like me? I have no idea what you’re alluding to, and I don’t even want to think about it. They’re my in-laws, for fuck’s sake.”

“I don’t know. Ana’s mom’s hot. I could get into older women.”

I’m not going there with Elliot!

“Dude! What about Kavanagh?”

He gives me a sheepish grin, and I think he’s kidding. “Bet you’re glad all the parentals hit it off.” He steers us to safer ground. “And Ray is a Mariners fan, so he can’t be all bad, but the jury is out on the Sounders. I’m not a fan of soccer.”

I nod. It’s a relief: even Raymond Steele loosened up under Grace’s warm and tireless attention. And there’s no animosity between him and Ana’s mother, so that’s good news. Ray has retired for the night. It’s ironic that he’s sleeping in the bedroom I had hoped would be Ana’s, if she’d agreed to be my submissive.

Perhaps it’s best if I keep that information to myself.

“And your Mrs. Jones did you proud,” Elliot continues.

“She did. Gail is a great cook. I think she likes to stretch her culinary legs on occasion.”

Elliot downs his drink and smacks his lips together in appreciation.

Uncouth, bro, uncouth.

“That’s damn fine whisky, hotshot. I’m going to turn in. You?”

“I have some business to attend to.”

Elliot looks at his watch. “Now? It’s late.”

“I need to deal with an e-mail that came in before dinner. It won’t take long.” I’m not sure I can sleep, anyway.

“It’s your funeral…well, wedding.” He grins and bounds off the couch with his usual spontaneous energy. “Good night. Try and sleep, K?” He punches me on the arm and takes his leave.

“Good night,” I call after him. “Don’t forget the rings!”

He responds with the finger. In spite of myself, he makes me chuckle. Rising, I slip the Tiffany box back in my pocket.

In my study, I open the e-mail that has been preoccupying me since I received it earlier this evening. It’s from Welch, and it contains the report from the NTSB on Charlie Tango’s accident.

From: Welch, H. C.

Subject: NTSB Report

Date: July 29 2011 18:57

To: Christian Grey

Cc: J B Taylor

Mr. Grey

Attached is the detailed report from the National Transportation Safety Board. They have been more than thorough and confirm sabotage. The fuel lines were cut, allowing aviation kerosene to leak into the engines.

The report has been forwarded to the FBI and will be used to continue the criminal investigation. Fortunately, the NTSB has kept them updated and the FBI dusted for prints last week as part of their investigation. They are in the process of eliminating the engineers and ground staff from their inquiries, but at present they’re no nearer to finding a suspect.

Tomorrow I’d like to move the Gulfstream to Sea-Tac, so you’ll depart from there and not Boeing Field. I’ll arrange for you to be dropped off airside.

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