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in your place.” Her eyes dart toward Taylor in the front seat. Sweetheart, don’t worry about Taylor. He knows exactly what’s going on, and he’s done this for four years. “All part of my world, Anastasia.” I give her hand a reassuring squeeze before I release it. Ana returns to staring out of the window; we’re surrounded by water as we cross Lake Washington on the 520 bridge, my favorite part of this journey. She draws up her feet and, curled on the seat, coils her arms around her legs. Something is up. When she glances at me, I ask, “Penny for your thoughts?” She sighs. Shit. “That bad, huh?” “I wish I knew what you were thinking,” she says. I smirk, relieved to hear this, and glad she doesn’t know what’s really on my mind. “Ditto, baby,” I reply. TAYLOR PULLS UP OUTSIDE my parents’ front door. “Are you ready for this?” I ask. Ana nods and I

squeeze her hand. “First for me, too,” I whisper. When Taylor’s out the door I give her a wicked, salacious grin. “Bet you wish you were wearing your underwear right now.” Her breath hitches and she scowls, but I climb out of the car to greet my mother and father, who are waiting on the doorstep. Ana looks cool and calm as she walks around the car to us. “Anastasia, you’ve met my mother, Grace. This is my dad, Carrick.” “Mr. Grey, what a pleasure to meet you.” She smiles and shakes his outstretched hand. “The pleasure is all mine, Anastasia.” “Please, call me Ana.” “Ana, how lovely to see you again.” Grace hugs her. “Come in, my dear.” Taking Ana’s arm, she leads her inside and I follow in her pantyless wake. “Is she here?” Mia screams from somewhere inside the house. Ana gives me a startled look. “That would be Mia, my little sister.” We both turn in the direction of the high heels clattering through the hall. And there she is. “Anastasia! I’ve heard so much about you!” Mia wraps her in a big hug. Though she’s taller than Ana, I remember they’re almost the same age. Mia takes her hand and drags her into the vestibule as my parents and I follow. “He’s never brought a girl home before,” Mia tells Ana in a shrill voice. “Mia, calm down,” Grace chides. Yes, for fuck’s sake, Mia. Stop making such a scene. Ana catches me rolling my eyes and shoots me a withering look. Grace greets me with a kiss on both cheeks. “Hello, darling.” She’s glowing, happy to have all her children home. Carrick offers his hand. “Hello, son. Long time no see.” We shake hands and follow

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