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“
Christian
,
I
don
’
t
want
to
fight
—
I
just
need
the
money
.
”
He
narrows
his
eyes
,
but
I
’
m
no
longer
intimidated
by
him
.
Well
,
only
a
little
.
I
gaze
impassively
back
,
not
blinking
or
backing
down
.
“
Will
you
take
a
check
?
”
he
says
acidly
.
“
Yes
.
I
think
you
’
re
good
for
it
.
”
He
doesn
’
t
smile
;
he
just
turns
on
his
heel
and
stalks
into
his
study
.
I
take
a
last
,
lingering
look
around
his
apartment
—
at
the
art
on
the
walls
—
all
abstracts
,
serene
,
cool
…
cold
,
even
.
Fitting
,
I
think
absently
.
My
eyes
stray
to
the
piano
.
Jeez
—
if
I
’
d
kept
my
mouth
shut
,
we
’
d
have
made
love
on
the
piano
.
No
,
fucked
,
we
would
have
fucked
on
the
piano
.
Well
,
I
would
have
made
love
.
The
thought
lies
heavy
and
sad
in
my
mind
and
what
’
s
left
of
my
heart
.
He
has
never
made
love
to
me
,
has
he
?
It
’
s
always
been
fucking
to
him
.
Christian
returns
and
hands
me
an
envelope
.
“
Taylor
got
a
good
price
.
It
’
s
a
classic
car
.
You
can
ask
him
.
He
’
ll
take
you
home
.
”
He
nods
in
the
direction
over
my
shoulder
.
I
turn
,
and
Taylor
is
standing
in
the
doorway
,
wearing
his
suit
,
as
impeccable
as
ever
.
“
That
’
s
fine
.
I
can
get
myself
home
,
thank
you
.
”
I
turn
to
stare
at
Christian
,
and
I
see
the
barely
contained
fury
in
his
eyes
.
