Fifty Shades Trilogy 02 - Fifty Shades Darker

call?”
    “No power in my cell.”
    “You didn’t stop . . . call collect?”
    “Mom—it’s a long story.”
    “Oh, Christian! Don’t you ever do that to me again! Do you understand?” she half shouts at him.
    “Yes, Mom.” He wipes her tears away with his thumb and hugs her once more. When she composes herself, he releases her to hug Mia, who slaps him hard on the chest.
    “You had us so worried!” she blurts out, and she, too, is in tears.
    “I’m here now, for heaven’s sake,” Christian mutters.
    As Elliot comes forward, Christian relinquishes Mia to Carrick, who already has one arm around his wife. He curls the other around his daughter. Elliot hugs Christian briefly, much to Christian’s surprise, and slaps him hard on the back.
    “Great to see you.” Elliot says loudly, if a little gruffly, trying to hide his emotion.
    As the tears stream down my face, I can see it all. The great room is bathed in it—unconditional love. He has it in spades; he’s just never accepted it before, and even now he’s at a total loss.
    Look, Christian, all these people love you ! Perhaps now you’ll start believing it .
    Kate is standing behind me—she must have left the TV room—and she gently strokes my hair.
    “He’s really here, Ana,” she murmurs comfortingly.
    “I’m going to say hi to my girl now,” Christian tells his parents. Both nod, smile, and step aside.  
    He moves toward me, gray eyes bright though weary and still bemused. From somewhere deep inside, I find the strength to stagger to my feet and bolt into his open arms.
    “Christian!” I sob.
    “Hush,” he says and holds me, burying his face in my hair and inhaling deeply. I raise my tear-stained face to his, and he kisses me far too briefly.
    “Hi,” he murmurs.
    “Hi,” I whisper back, the lump in the back of my throat burning.
    “Miss me?”
    “A bit.”
    He grins. “I can tell.” And with a gentle touch of his hand, he wipes away the tears that refuse to stop running down my cheeks.
    “I thought . . . I thought—” I choke.
    “I can see. Hush . . . I’m here. I’m sorry. Later,” he murmurs and kisses me chastely again.
    “Are you okay?” I ask, releasing him and touching his chest, his arms, his waist—oh, the feel of this warm, vital, sensual man beneath my fingers—reassures me that he’s here, standing in front of me. He’s back. He doesn’t so much as flinch. He just regards me intently.
    “I’m okay. I’m not going anywhere.”
    “Oh, thank God,” I clasp him round his waist again, and he hugs me once more. “Are you hungry? Do you need something to drink?”
    “Yes.”
    I step back to fetch him something, but he doesn’t let me go. He tucks me under his arm and extends a hand to José.
    “Mr. Grey,” says José evenly.
    Christian snorts. “Christian, please,” he says.
    “Christian, welcome back. Glad you’re okay . . . and um—thanks for letting me stay.”
    “No problem.” Christian narrows his eyes, but he’s distracted by Mrs. Jones, who is suddenly at his side. It only occurs to me now that she’s not her usual smart self. I hadn’t noticed it before. Her hair is loose, and she’s in soft gray leggings and a large gray sweatshirt that dwarfs her with WSU Cougars emblazoned on the front. She looks years younger.
    “Can I get you something, Mr. Grey?” She wipes her eyes with a tissue.
    Christian smiles fondly at her. “A beer, please, Gail—Budvar—and a bite to eat.”
    “I’ll fetch it,” I murmur, wanting to do something for my man.
    “No. Don’t go,” he says softly, tightening his arm around me.
    The rest of his family close in, and Ethan and Kate join us. He shakes Ethan’s hand and gives Kate a quick peck on the cheek. Mrs. Jones returns with a bottle of beer and a glass. He takes the bottle but shakes his head at the glass. She smiles and returns to the kitchen.
    “Surprised you don’t want something stronger,” mutters Elliot. “So what the fuck happened to you? First I knew was when Dad called me to say the chopper was missing.”
    “Elliot!” Grace scolds.
    “Helicopter,” Christian growls, correcting Elliot, who grins, and I suspect this is a family joke.
    “Let’s sit and I’ll tell you.” Christian pulls me over to the couch, and everyone sits down, all eyes on Christian. He takes a long draft of his beer. He spies Taylor hovering at the entrance and nods. Taylor nods back.
    “Your daughter?”
    “She’s fine now. False