Tomorrow Ana can see Dr. Greene and, depending on the weather, we could either go soaring or go sailing. I could show her The Grace.
Spending more time with Ana is appealing.
Very appealing.
Taylor approaches, shaking his head, and I know he wants us to stay put until the crowd disperses. He’s been vigilant all evening and must be exhausted. I follow his direction and ask Ana to wait with me.
“So, Aspen?” I ask, to divert her.
“Oh, I haven’t paid for my bid,” she says.
“You can send a check. I have the address.”
“You were really mad.”
“Yes, I was.”
“I blame you and your toys.”
“You were quite overcome, Miss Steele. A most satisfactory outcome, if I recall. Incidentally, where are they?”
“The silver balls? In my bag.”
“I’d like them back. They are far too potent a device to be left in your innocent hands.”
“Worried I might be quite overcome again, maybe with somebody else?” she says, with a wicked gleam in her eye.
Ana, don’t tease me about these things.
“I hope that’s not going to happen. But no, Ana, I want all your pleasure.”
Always.
“Don’t you trust me?” she asks.
“Implicitly. Now, can I have them back?”
“I’ll think about it.”
Miss Steele is playing hardball.
In the distance, the DJ has started his set.
“Do you want to dance?” I ask.
“I’m really tired, Christian. I’d like to go, if that’s okay.”
I motion to Taylor. He nods and talks into his sleeve microphone to the other security personnel, and we make our way across the lawn. Mia gallops toward us with her shoes in hand. “You’re not going, are you? The real music’s just beginning. Come on, Ana.” She grabs Ana’s free hand.
“Mia, Anastasia’s tired. We’re going home. Besides, we have a big day tomorrow.”
Ana looks at me in surprise.
Mia pouts because she’s not getting her way, but she doesn’t push it. “You must come by sometime next week. Maybe we can hit the mall?”
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