Fifty Shades Trilogy 03 - Fifty Shades Freed

good to see you, Kate.” I hug her back.
    “So, where are we going?”
    “Christian wants us to go back to the apartment.”
    “Aw, really? Can’t we sneak a quick cocktail at the Zig Zag Cafe? I’ve booked us a table.”
    I open my mouth to protest.
    “Please?” she whines and pouts prettily. She must be picking this up from Mia. She never pouts normally. I’d really like a cocktail at the Zig Zag. We had such fun the last time we went there, and it’s close to Kate’s apartment.
    I hold up my index finger. “One.”
    She grins. “One” She links her arm in mine, and we stroll out to the car, which is parked at the curb with Sawyer at the wheel. We’re followed by Miss Samantha Prescott who’s new to the security team—a tall African-American with a no-nonsense attitude. I’ve yet to warm to her, maybe because she’s too cool and professional. The jury’s definitely out, but like the rest of the team, she’s been hand-picked by Taylor. She’s dressed like Sawyer in a dark somber pantsuit.
    “Can you take us to the Zig Zag, please, Sawyer?”
    Sawyer turns to look at me, and I know he wants to say something. He’s obviously been given his orders. He hesitates.
    “The Zig Zag Café. We’ll only have one.”
    I give Kate a sideways glance, and she’s glaring at Sawyer. Poor man.
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “Mr. Grey requested you go back to the apartment,” Prescott pipes up.
    “Mr. Grey isn’t here,” I snap. “The Zig Zag, please.”
    “Ma’am,” Sawyer replies with a sideways glance at Prescott, who wisely holds her tongue.
    Kate gapes at me as if she can’t believe her eyes and ears. I purse my lips and shrug. Okay, so I’m a little more assertive than I used to be. Kate nods as Sawyer pulls out into the early evening traffic.
    “You know the additional security is driving Grace and Mia crazy,” Kate says casually.
    I gawk at her, baffled.
    “You didn’t know?” She seems incredulous.
    “Know what?”
    “Security for all of the Greys has been tripled. Gazillioned, even.”
    “Really?”
    “He hasn’t told you?”
    I flush. “No.” Damn it, Christian! “Do you know why?”
    “Jack Hyde.”
    “What about Jack? I thought he was just after Christian.” I gasp. Jeez. Why hasn’t he told me?
    “Since Monday,” Kate says.
    Last Monday? Hmm . . . we identified Jack on Sunday. But why all the Greys?
    “How do you know all this?”
    “Elliot.”
    Of course.
    “Christian hasn’t told you any of this, has he?”
    I flush once more. “No.”
    “Oh, Ana, how annoying.”
    I sigh. As ever, Kate has hit the nail squarely on the head in her usual sledgehammer style. “Do you know why?” If Christian’s not going to tell me, then maybe Kate will.
    “Elliot said it’s something to do with information stored on Jack Hyde’s computer when he was at SIP.”
    Holy crap. “You’re kidding.” A surge of anger pulses through me. How does Kate know about this when I don’t?
    I glance up to see Sawyer eyeing me from the rearview mirror. The red light turns to green and he surges forward, focusing on the road ahead. I hold my finger up to my lips and Kate nods. I bet Sawyer knows, too, and I don’t.
    “How’s Elliot?” I ask to change the subject.
    Kate grins stupidly, telling me all I need to know.
    Sawyer pulls up at the end of the passageway that leads down to the Zig Zag Café, and Prescott opens my door. I scoot out and Kate slides out after me. We link arms and meander down the passage, followed by Prescott, who’s wearing a thunderous expression on her face. Oh, for heaven’s sake, it’s just a drink. Sawyer drives off to park the car.
    “So how does Elliot know Gia?” I ask, taking a sip of my second strawberry mojito. The bar is intimate and cozy, and I don’t want to leave. Kate and I have not stopped talking. I had forgotten how much I like hanging with her. It’s liberating to be out, relaxing, enjoying Kate’s company. I contemplate texting Christian then dismiss the idea. He’ll just be mad and make me go home like an errant child.
    “Don’t talk to me about that bitch!” Kate splutters.
    Kate’s reaction makes me laugh.
    “What’s so funny, Steele?” she snaps, but not seriously.
    “I feel the same way.”
    “You do?”
    “Yes. She was all over Christian.”
    “She had a fling with Elliot.” Kate pouts.
    “No!”
    She nods, her lips pressed together in the patented Katherine Kavanagh scowl.
    “It was brief. Last year, I think.