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“
I
’
d
never
do
anything
I
didn
’
t
want
to
do
,
Christian
.
”
And
as
I
say
the
words
,
I
don
’
t
quite
feel
their
conviction
,
because
at
this
moment
in
time
,
I
’
d
probably
do
anything
for
this
man
seated
beside
me
.
But
this
does
the
trick
.
He
’
s
mollified
.
He
eyes
me
warily
for
a
moment
and
somehow
,
even
though
he
’
s
so
tall
,
he
manages
to
ease
his
way
gracefully
to
the
door
of
the
helicopter
and
open
it
.
He
jumps
out
,
waiting
for
me
to
follow
,
and
takes
my
hand
as
I
clamber
down
on
to
the
helipad
.
It
’
s
very
windy
on
top
of
the
building
,
and
I
’
m
nervous
about
the
fact
that
I
’
m
standing
at
least
thirty
stories
high
in
an
unenclosed
space
.
Christian
wraps
his
arm
around
my
waist
,
pulling
me
tightly
against
him
.
“
Come
,
”
he
shouts
above
the
noise
of
the
wind
.
He
drags
me
over
to
an
elevator
and
,
after
tapping
a
number
into
a
keypad
,
the
doors
open
.
It
’
s
warm
inside
and
all
mirrored
glass
.
I
can
see
Christian
to
infinity
everywhere
I
look
,
and
the
wonderful
thing
is
he
’
s
holding
me
to
infinity
,
too
.
Christian
taps
another
code
into
the
keypad
,
then
the
doors
close
and
the
elevator
descends
.
Moments
later
,
we
’
re
in
an
all
-
white
foyer
.
In
the
middle
is
a
round
,
dark
wood
table
,
and
on
it
is
an
unbelievably
huge
bunch
of
white
flowers
.
On
the
walls
there
are
paintings
everywhere
.
He
opens
a
set
of
double
doors
,
and
the
white
theme
continues
across
a
wide
corridor
where
directly
opposite
,
is
the
entrance
to
a
palatial
room
.
It
’
s
the
main
living
area
,
double
height
.
“
Huge
”
is
too
small
a
word
for
it
.
The
far
wall
is
glass
and
leads
onto
a
balcony
that
overlooks
Seattle
.
To
the
right
is
an
imposing
U
-
shaped
sofa
that
could
seat
ten
adults
comfortably
.
It
faces
a
state
-
of
-
the
-
art
stainless
-
steel
—
or
maybe
platinum
,
for
all
I
know
—
modern
fireplace
.
The
fire
is
lit
and
flaming
gently
.
On
the
left
beside
us
,
by
the
entry
way
,
is
the
kitchen
area
.
All
white
with
dark
wood
worktops
and
a
breakfast
bar
that
seats
six
.
Near
the
kitchen
area
,
in
front
of
the
glass
wall
,
is
a
dining
table
surrounded
by
sixteen
chairs
.
And
tucked
in
the
corner
is
a
full
-
sized
,
shiny
black
grand
piano
.
Oh
yes
…
he
probably
plays
the
piano
,
too
.
There
is
art
of
all
shapes
and
sizes
on
all
the
walls
.
In
fact
,
this
apartment
looks
more
like
a
gallery
than
a
place
to
live
.
“
Can
I
take
your
jacket
?
”
Christian
asks
.
I
shake
my
head
.
I
’
m
still
cold
from
the
wind
on
the
helipad
.
“
Would
you
like
a
drink
?
”
he
asks
.
I
blink
at
him
.
After
last
night
!
Is
he
trying
to
be
funny
?
For
one
second
,
I
think
about
asking
for
a
margarita
—
but
I
don
’
t
have
the
nerve
.
“
I
’
m
going
to
have
a
glass
of
white
wine
.
Would
you
like
to
join
me
?
”
