Chapter 171


    Ana’s eyes widen, seeing through me, as ever. “Good different or bad different?” she asks.


    The searing pain of Elena’s touch res in my imagination.


    Her hands on me. Her nails scraping my skin while the darkness iled and wed at me from within,


    trying to throw her off.


    It was unbearable.


    I swallow, trying to dispel the memory. “Bad, I think.” The words are less than a whisper.


    “I thought you liked it.”


    “I did. At the time.”


    “Not now?”


    Ana’s eyes are a guileless blue, impossible to escape. Slowly, I shake my head.


    “Oh, Christian.” Sheunches herself at me, an unstoppable force of good, kissing my face, my chest,


    each of my scars. I groan and answer her kiss with my own passion and my love. And we’re soon lost,


    making love at my pace. Slowly, tenderly, so I can show her how much I love her.


    Ana is brushing her teeth as I finish dressing. “I’ll go and check on our guests.”


    Her eyes meet mine in the bathroom mirror. “I have a question.”


    I lean against the doorjamb. “Pray, what do you wish to know, Mrs. Grey?”


    She turns to face me, dressed only in a towel. “Does Mrs. Bentley know about your…um…your—”


    “Predilections?” I offer.


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    Ana flushes and Iugh, because Ana can still blush at anything to do with sex, and because Mr. and


    Mrs. Bentley have no idea.


    “No. No yroom here. We’ll have to bring some toys.” I wink at her and turn to go, leaving her mouth


    open.


    Kate and Mrs. Bentley are chatting in the kitchen. They’re the only ones up, it seems, on such a


    beautiful morning. I greet them both.


    “Good morning, Mr. Grey,” Carme says.


    Kate smiles, and frankly it’s unnerving. I’m more used to her snarling at me.


    “We could go for a hike and a pic before heading home,” I suggest to Kate.


    “Sounds great.”


    “Waffles okay today?” Mrs. Bentley asks.


    “Great. Pic forter, would that be possible?”


    “Of course,” she says, with a look that tells me I shouldn’t dare doubt her culinary abilities. “Oh, and


    Martin would like a word with you,” she continues. “He’s somewhere in the yard.”


    “I’ll go find him.”


    Martin Bentley is weeding what Mrs. Bentley calls the kitchen garden. We exchange pleasantries and


    he takes me on a tour of the grounds. He’s a thoughtful, introspective man with some ideas on how to


    improve the yard. Not only does he maintain my property, but also a couple of the other properties in


    the near vicinity, and he’s a volunteer for the fire department.


    While we walk, we discuss putting in a hot tub, and maybe a pool. I notice a bamboo cane that’s been


    discarded, and I pick it up as we continue to talk. It’s been a while since I held a cane. It’s a little heavy,


    and not very flexible. Absentmindedly, I swipe it through the air.


    “It’ll be expensive,” Martin says, referring to the notional pool, “and, to be honest, how often would you


    use it?”


    “Good point. Perhaps we could go for a tennis court instead.”


    “Or you could leave it all be and let the meadow flowers bloom.” His grin is infectious.


    I survey the yard: pool, or tennis court, or meadow flowers? I wonder which Ana would prefer. I swipe


    the cane through the air once more as Mr. Bentley opens the door into the basement. I don’t know what


    it is that makes me nce up, but I do, to discover Ana is watching me from the kitchen window. She


    waves, but looks guilty for some reason—why? I don’t know. She turns away, and I hand the cane to


    Martin and head back into the house. I’m hungry for waffles.


    The flight home is smooth. Ana slumbers beside me while I go through the draft deal terms for the


    acquisition of Geolumara. I think everyone is tired after the forced-march hike up the Red Mountain


    Road trail that Elliot led us on. But it was worth it for the view. Thete night, the altitude, and the


    alcohol are catching up with all of us: Elliot and Ana are sleeping, Kate and Ethan are dozing, Mia is


    reading. She and Ethan appear to have had an argument. I suspect Ethan’s “we’re just friends” has


    finally registered in Mia’s stubborn mind.


    Stephan announces that we’re beginning our descent into Seattle. “Hey, sleepyhead.” I wake Ana.


    “We’re about tond. Buckle up.”


    She stirs and fumbles for her belt, but I fasten it for her and kiss her forehead. She snuggles against


    me and I drop a kiss in her hair.


    This trip has been a sess, I think. But for me, it’s also been disturbing. I’m sensing a growing feeling


    of…contentment. It’s a strange and frightening sentiment. One that could disappear in a heartbeat. I


    nce down at Ana, trying to dismiss the worrisome feeling. It’s too new. And too fragile. Turning my


    attention back to the paperwork in front of me, I continue to read, making notes in the margins with my


    queries.


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