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“
Shall
I
give
you
a
tour
of
the
grounds
?
”
he
asks
me
quite
openly
.
I
know
I
’
m
meant
to
say
yes
,
but
I
don
’
t
trust
him
.
Before
I
can
answer
,
however
,
he
’
s
on
his
feet
and
holding
his
hand
out
to
me
.
I
place
my
hand
in
his
,
and
I
feel
all
the
muscles
clench
deep
in
my
belly
,
responding
to
his
dark
,
hungry
gaze
.
“
Excuse
me
,
”
I
say
to
Mr
.
Grey
,
and
follow
Christian
out
of
the
dining
room
.
He
leads
me
through
the
hallway
and
into
the
kitchen
,
where
Mia
and
Grace
are
stacking
the
dishwasher
.
European
Pigtails
is
nowhere
to
be
seen
.
“
I
’
m
going
to
show
Anastasia
the
backyard
,
”
Christian
says
innocently
to
his
mother
.
She
waves
us
out
with
a
smile
as
Mia
heads
back
to
the
dining
room
.
We
step
out
onto
a
gray
flagstone
patio
area
lit
by
recessed
lights
in
the
rock
.
There
are
shrubs
in
gray
stone
tubs
and
a
chic
metal
table
and
chairs
set
up
in
one
corner
.
Christian
walks
past
those
,
up
some
steps
,
and
onto
a
vast
lawn
that
leads
down
to
the
bay
…
oh
my
—
it
’
s
beautiful
.
Seattle
twinkles
on
the
horizon
and
the
cool
,
bright
May
moon
etches
a
sparkling
silver
path
across
the
water
toward
a
jetty
where
two
boats
are
moored
.
Beside
the
jetty
stands
a
boathouse
.
It
is
so
picturesque
,
so
peaceful
.
I
stand
and
gape
for
a
moment
.
Christian
pulls
me
behind
him
,
and
my
heels
sink
into
the
soft
grass
.
“
Stop
,
please
.
”
I
am
stumbling
in
his
wake
.
He
stops
and
gazes
at
me
,
his
expression
unfathomable
.
“
My
heels
.
I
need
to
take
my
shoes
off
.
”
