Elliot is silent.

“No disrespect meant,” I add.

He sighs. “Okay, man. Hope the police catch the bastard.”

“Me, too.”

“I’ve got to be on-site, but let me know how your meeting with Gia goes this evening. I can’t wait to see the plans and we can start ordering the materials we’ll need.”

“Will do.”

“I have half an hour, Christian,” Flynn says when I march into his office.

“She won’t take my name.”

“What?”

“Anastasia.”

“She won’t take your name?” He looks momentarily confused. “Anastasia Grey?”

“Yes. She sent me an e-mail this morning, telling me so.”

“Sit,” he says, and points to the couch, and rather than take his usual chair, he sits down on the couch opposite. There is a plate of sandwiches, their crusts removed, and what looks like cola in a glass in front of him on the coffee table. “Lunch,” he says.

“Please, go ahead. Don’t mind me.”

“So, Christian, let’s just back up a bit. I last saw you on your wedding day. It was a joyous occasion. How was the honeymoon?” He takes a large bite out of a sandwich while my mind casts back to a few days ago. I relax, a little, remembering the calm waters of the deep blue Med; the scent of the bougainvillea, how accommodating and efficient the crew of Fair Lady were…how much I loved being in Anastasia’s company.

“It was sublime.”

John smiles. “Good. Any

“None that I want to discuss.” I’m not prepared to tell him about the hickey incident

He gives me a direct, level look. “Because you are encroaching on my lunchtime, I’m going to tell you that’s not very helpful.”

I sigh. “Nothing serious. We had one fight.”

“Was that about your name?”

I flush. “Um.

if you want

I tell him at length about Hyde, about firing him, about the incendiary device, and the fact that he had information about me, my family, and Ana on his SIP hard drive. I tell him about the car chase.

“Crikey!” Flynn exclaims when I finish.

“He’s now the chief suspect in my helicopter’s sabotage.”

“Holy crap,” he mouths, and takes a bite of his sandwich.

“But that’s not the reason I’m here. This morning I got an e-mail from Ana saying she doesn’t want to take my name. I would have expected a discussion at least. Not

His expression is thoughtful. “Finding out your wife’s ex-boss is trying to burn down your building, and may be responsible for a near-fatal accident in your helicopter is a big deal, Christian. Plus, a car chase. Have you considered that you may be channeling your stress

I frown. “I don’t think so.”

He strokes his chin. “Knowing how anxious you are about Ana’s safety, all of these events had to have had an

“True.”

“You do a great deal for her,”

I do.

“You’ve given up

I say nothing. Where is he going with this?

interpreting her e-mail as a rejection, especially after all that you’ve done for her, and that wounds you.”

I take a deep

Yes. It does. “I just can’t believe she didn’t talk to me about it. It’s like she’s dismissing me and all that I have worked to become. I wasn’t born a Grey.”

Flynn frowns. “There’s a lot to unpack in that sentence, Christian. And, sadly, I don’t have the time to do that right

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