Chapter 149 (1/2)

”Let me call them,” I whisper. He shakes his head. ”Please.” I beg. Christian stares at me, pain and self-doubt reflected in his eyes as he considers my request. Oh, Christian, please!

”I'll call them,” he whispers.

”Good. We can go and see them together, or you can go. Whichever you prefer.”

”No. They can come here.”

”Why?”

”I don't want you going anywhere.”

”Christian, I'm up for a car journey.”

”No.” His voice is firm, but he gives me an ironic smile. ”Anyway, it's Saturday night, they're probably at some function.”

”Call them. This news has obviously upset you. They might be able to shed some light.” I glance at the radio alarm. It's almost seven in the evening. He regards me impassively for a moment.

”Okay,” he says as if I've issued him with a challenge. Sitting up, he reaches for the bedside phone.

I wrap my arm around him and rest my head on his chest as he makes the call.

”Dad?” I register his surprise that Carrick has answered the phone.

”Ana's good. We're home. Welch has just left. He found out the connection . . . the foster home in Detroit . . . I don't remember any of that.” Christian's voice is almost inaudible as he mutters the last sentence. My heart constricts once more. I hug him, and he squeezes my shoulder.

”Yeah . . . You will? . . . Great.” He hangs up. ”They're on their way.” He sounds surprised, and I realize that he's probably never asked them for help.

”Good. I should get dressed.”

Christian's arm tightens around me. ”Don't go.”

”Okay.” I snuggle into his side again, stunned by the fact that he's just told me a great deal about himself - entirely voluntarily.

As we stand at the threshold to the great room, Grace wraps me gently in her arms.

”Ana, Ana, darling Ana,” she whispers. ”Saving two of my children. How can I ever thank you?”

I blush, touched and embarrassed in equal measure by her words. Carrick hugs me, too, kissing my forehead.

Then Mia grabs me, squashing my ribs. I wince and gasp, but she doesn't notice. ”Thank you for saving me from those ass**les.”

Christian scowls at her. ”Mia! Careful! She's in pain.”

”Oh! Sorry.”

”I'm good,” I mutter, relieved when she releases me. She looks fine. Impeccably dressed in tight black jeans and a pale pink frilly blouse. I'm glad I'm wearing my comfortable wrap dress and flats. At least I look reasonably presentable.

Racing over to Christian, Mia curls her arm around his waist. Wordlessly, he hands Grace the photo. She gasps, her hand flying to her mouth to contain her emotion as she instantly recognizes Christian. Carrick wraps his arm around her shoulder as he, too, examines it.

”Oh, darling.” Grace caresses Christian's cheek.