Book 2 - Page 154 (1/2)

”Delighted to meet the woman who has finally captured Christian's heart.” Rhian smiles kindly at me.

”Thank you,” I mutter, embarra.s.sed again.

”That was one googly you bowled there, Christian,” Dr. Flynn shakes his head in amused disbelief. Christian frowns at him.

”John - you and your cricket metaphors.” Rhian rolls her eyes. ”Congratulations to the pair of you and happy birthday, Christian. What a wonderful birthday present.” She smiles broadly at me.

I had no idea Dr. Flynn would be here, or Elena. It's a shock, and I rack my brains to see if I have anything to ask him, but a birthday party hardly seems the appropriate venue for a psychiatric consult.

For a few minutes, we make small talk. Rhian is a stay-at-home mom with two young boys. I deduce that she is the reason Dr. Flynn practices in the US.

”She's good, Christian, responding well to treatment. Another couple of weeks and we can consider an out-patient program.” Dr. Flynn's and Christian's voices are low, but I can't help listening in, rather rudely tuning out Rhian.

”So it's all play-dates and diapers at the moment...”

”That must take up your time.” I flush, turning my attention back to Rhian, who laughs sweetly. I know Christian and Flynn are discussing Leila.

”Ask her something for me,” Christian murmurs.

”So what do you do, Anastasia?”

”Ana, please. I work in publis.h.i.+ng.”

Christian and Dr. Flynn lower their voices further; it's so frustrating. But they stop when we're joined by the two women I didn't recognize earlier - Ros and the bubbly blonde whom Christian introduces as her partner, Gwen.

Ros is charming, and I soon discover they live almost opposite Escala. She is full of praise for Christian's piloting skills. It was her first time in Charlie Tango, and she says she wouldn't hesitate to go again. She's one of the few women I've met who isn't dazzled by him... well, the reason is obvious.

Gwen is giggly with a wry sense of humor, and Christian seems extraordinarily at ease with both of them. He knows them well. They don't discuss work, but I can tell that Ros is one smart woman who can easily keep up with him. She also has a great, throaty, too-many-cigarettes laugh.

Grace interrupts our leisurely conversation to inform everyone that dinner is being served buffet-style in the Grey kitchen. Slowly the guests make their way toward the back of the house.

Mia collars me in the hallway. In her pale pink, frothy babydoll dress and killer heels, she towers over me like a Christmas tree fairy. She's holding two c.o.c.ktail gla.s.ses.

”Ana,” she hisses conspiratorially. I glance up at Christian, who releases me with a best-of-luck-I-find-her-impossible-to-deal-with-too look, and I sneak into the dining room with her.

”Here,” she says mischievously. ”This is one of my dad's special lemon martinis -

much nicer than champagne.” She hands me a gla.s.s and watches anxiously while I take a tentative sip.

”Hmm... delicious. But strong.” What does she want? Is she trying to get me drunk?

”Ana, I need some advice. And I can't ask Lily - she's so judgmental about everything.” Mia rolls her eyes then grins at me. ”She is so jealous of you. I think she was hoping one day that she and Christian might get together.” Mia bursts out laughing at the absurdity, and I quail inside.

This is something I will have to contend with for a long time - other women wanting my man. I push the unwelcome thought out of my head and distract myself with the matter in hand. I take another sip of my martini.