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I
blink
up
at
him
as
he
holds
it
open
,
and
as
I
hold
my
arms
out
behind
me
,
I
’
m
reminded
of
the
time
in
his
office
when
he
slipped
my
coat
onto
my
shoulders
—
the
first
time
I
met
him
—
and
the
effect
he
had
on
me
then
.
Nothing
’
s
changed
;
in
fact
,
it
’
s
more
intense
.
His
jacket
is
warm
,
far
too
big
,
and
it
smells
of
him
.
…
delicious
.
My
car
pulls
up
outside
.
Christian
’
s
mouth
drops
open
.
“
That
’
s
what
you
drive
?
”
He
’
s
appalled
.
Taking
my
hand
,
he
leads
me
outside
.
The
valet
jumps
out
and
hands
me
my
keys
,
and
Christian
coolly
palms
him
some
money
.
“
Is
this
roadworthy
?
”
He
’
s
glaring
at
me
now
.
“
Yes
.
”
“
Will
it
make
it
to
Seattle
?
”
“
Yes
.
She
will
.
”
“
Safely
?
”
“
Yes
,
”
I
snap
,
exasperated
.
“
Okay
,
she
’
s
old
.
But
she
’
s
mine
,
and
she
’
s
roadworthy
.
My
stepdad
bought
it
for
me
.
”
