Chapter 142 (1/2)
”We didn't know Mia was missing. I thought maybe he was blackmailing you or something. I called you back, but you didn't answer.” He scowls. ”I left you a message then called Sawyer. Taylor started tracking your cell. I knew you were at the bank, so we headed straight there.”
”I don't know how Sawyer found me. Was he tracking my cell, too?”
”The Saab is fitted with a tracking device. All our cars are. By the time we got near the bank, you were already on the move, and we followed. Why are you smiling?”
”On some level I knew you'd be stalking me.”
”And that is amusing because?” he asks.
”Jack had instructed me to get rid of my cell. So I borrowed Whelan's cell, and that's the one I threw away. I put mine into one of the duffle bags so you could track your money.”
Christian sighs. ”Our money, Ana,” he says quietly. ”Eat.”
I wipe my soup bowl with the last of my bread and pop it into my mouth. For the first time in a long while, I feel replete in spite of our conversation.
”Finished.”
”Good girl.”
There's a knock on the door and Nurse Nora enters once more, carrying a small paper cup. Christian clears away my plate, and starts putting all the items back into the box.
”Pain relief.” Nora smiles, showing me the white pill in the paper cup.
”Is this okay to take? You know - with the baby?”
”Yes, Mrs. Grey. It's Lortab - it's fine; it won't affect the baby.”
I nod gratefully. My head is pounding. I swallow it down with a sip of water.
”You ought to rest, Mrs. Grey.” Nurse Nora looks pointedly at Christian.
He nods.
No! ”You're going?” I exclaim, panic setting in. Don't go - we've just started talking!
Christian snorts. ”If you think for one moment I'm going to let you out of my sight, Mrs. Grey, you are very much mistaken.”
Nora huffs but hovers over me and readjusts my pillows so that I have to lie down.
”Goodnight, Mrs. Grey,” she says, and with one last censorious glance at Christian, she leaves.
He raises an eyebrow as she closes the door.
”I don't think Nurse Nora approves of me.”
He stands by the bed, looking tired, and in spite of the fact that I want him to stay, I know I should try to persuade him to go home.
”You need rest, too, Christian. Go home. You look exhausted.”
”I'm not leaving you. I'll doze in this armchair.”
I scowl at him then shift onto my side.
”Sleep with me.”
He frowns. ”No. I can't.”
”Why not?”