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another reassuring squeeze. She glances nervously at Taylor. “Don’t worry about Taylor. Talk to me.” “Yes. I thought that,” she says quietly. “And another thing, I only mentioned Georgia because Kate was talking about Barbados. I haven’t made up my mind.” “Do you want to go and see your mother?” “Yes.” My anxiety surfaces. Does she want out? If she goes to Georgia, her mother might persuade her to find someone more…suitable, someone who, like her mother, believes in romance. I have an idea. She’s met my folks; I’ve met Ray; perhaps I should meet her mother, the incurable romantic. Charm her. “Can I come with you?” I ask, knowing that she’ll say no. “Um, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she answers, surprised by my question. “Why not?” “I was hoping for a break from all this…intensity. To try to think things through.” Shit. She does want to leave me. “I’m too intense?” She laughs. “That’s putting it mildly!” Damn, I love making her laugh, even if it is at my expense; and I’m relieved she’s kept her sense of humor. Perhaps she doesn’t want to leave me after all. “Are you laughing at me, Miss Steele?” I tease. “I wouldn’t dare, Mr. Grey.” “I think you dare, and I think you do laugh at me, frequently.” “You are quite funny.” “Funny?” “Oh yes.” She’s making fun of me. It’s novel. “Funny peculiar or funny ha-ha?” “Oh, a lot of one and some of the other.” “Which way more?” “I’ll leave you to figure that out.” I sigh. “I’m not sure if I can figure anything out around you.” My tone is dry. “What do you need to think about in Georgia?” “Us.” Fuck. “You said you’d try,” I gently remind her. “I know.” “Are you having second thoughts?” “Possibly.” It’s worse than I feared. “Why?” She stares at me in silence. “Why, Anastasia?” I persist. She shrugs, her mouth turned down, and I

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Fifty Shades of Grey

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