Guest: Christian's business is a little unrealistic so just know that Kate is exaggerating a lot. It has picked up, sure, but not to the extend that Kate's describing. You're right! I think they need time alone, too.

Christian618: I don't think Ana would take it even if Grace and Carrick extended one. She is a proud person, remember?

vickiel2r: I PMed you, hope you've got it alright.

Guest: he is an asshole with double standards. He just can't exactly wrap his mind around the fact that he's been unfair to Ana and being a hypocrite when it comes to their private life. Though, he can think that he's in love with her while having meaningless sex because in his mindset, he's only relieving the tension and the stress from the real world. Ana will always be this pure angel on a pedestal. At least, that's what he thinks he's doing, but that's not exactly how everyone else perceived.

Reality Check

"Who are you staying with?"

"What's that supposed to mean? I have to stay with somebody?"

"Yes, you have to because you still need help getting out of bed and doing other stuff."

"Oh, and I'm guessing you're going to suggest that I move in with you to wherever you're staying? Which at the moment is your parents' house."

"We don't have to go to my parents' place. I know enough to know that you aren't on the best of terms with them… and that's putting it lightly," he added once he saw the expression morphed from skepticism to anger.

"Then where? It's not like we can go back to Escala, or that I even want to."

"We aren't going back there either."

"Then what?"

"Are you going to move in with me?"

"I don't even know where you're going to stay, so how am I going to decide?"

"Who are you going to stay with if not with me?"

"Ethan," she said in a matter-of-factly. "Duh," she added for the effect.

"That's not happening."

Anastasia's frown deepened at his tone. She thought he knew better than to be jealous of Ethan, he saw the blond dude every single day and he should've detected by now that Ethan saw her the same as he saw Kate—a younger sister, just not by blood.

"We can stay in a hotel."

"Can you even afford it?"

"Anastasia," Christian's tone hardened but she didn't back down, as he expected. "We can rent a place," he suggested exasperatedly. "I can afford to rent one, since I know that I'm not half as rich as I used to be but I'll get there eventually."

"Are you even making progress at this moment?"

"No," he admitted with a frustrated sigh.

"So, your company is still stagnated. Well, at least that's better than a deficit."

"Yes, it is, and we will start making profit to fill in the rest of the little dents. Now, back to living arrangements. José Sr offered a condo…"

"We are not taking any more from the Rodriguez family," Anastasia vetoed it firmly.

"What do you mean taking? Oh…" recollection of the document that Ros handed to him on his first day back to work, with both her and José's name on it. "He really did buy my penthouse, club and jet, and signed them to you. He didn't ask you to pay for anything? Like not even a small portion?"

"No," Anastasia clearly wasn't referring to that small transaction, she was referring to something even more significant, but she remembered that he didn't know.

"Do you know the conversation I had with José Sr in New York when we first met?"

"No, I don't even know you know him."

"He told me that he's time is going to be up very soon, and his son is still a little bit slow and dense at business, but he sees the potential in me."

"So, he wants to support you and then take over?"

"No, he wants to invest in me and my business, and offer me unlimited financial support just so I can aid his son when the time comes. I'm not taking over his business, but I'm going to be like a consultant."

"Isn't that a win-win?"

"Kind of, but it's more like a business transaction, only this one is long term. You never told me about your story with them."

"Later," she brushed it off. "Is that your way of convincing me to take their condo?"

"I told them I'd consider it because I know you won't want to stay under the same roof with my parents, but I want to stay with you and I want to take care of you. So, I didn't decline the offer outright. What do you say?"

Anastasia really pondered. The past few weeks with Christin had definitely proved that their chemistry and connection had truly not fizzled out. She wanted to give them a shot, because quite frankly, all of her worries had been proven useless.

Everything that she had been trying to avoid by breaking up with Christian in the first place was now her reality. She truly was going to start over whether Christian was with her or not.

The only difference was, this time she could choose; well, more like she allowed herself another choice. She could walk down that path by herself or with Christian.

Granted, Christian was still in far better conditions in every way than her, just like how they were when they first met.

Nonetheless, even though they were all back to where they started, at least they could view this as a second chance.

And, the circumstances had changed, too.

"And?" He nudged her. "You have been thinking for a long time now, and the nurse is going to come back with your papers. So, what's the verdict?"

As if on cue, the Hall siblings walked in with a nurse behind them. She quickly handed the papers to Anastasia and disappeared.

"What are you two doing here looking so bored?" Anastasia teased her two friends and colleagues.

"We're just here to say goodbye."

"We need to find a time. And have a meal together," Adam added after his sister. "The four of us," he clarified smugly.

'Of course," Anastasia muttered in amusement, rolling her eyes after she realized that he had purposefully included Christian in their union. "I remember what you told me. You warned me that if I'm not going to make a move and claim his ass, you will."

"Hey! That was supposed to between us! I whispered that in your ear after giving you that plate for a reason!" Adam whined abut his pager sounded before he could say anymore.

"We'll find a time," Addie reminded her before making her way out as she checked her temporary pager for her stay in Northwest.

"I can stay with my parents," Anastasia resumed their conversation from where they left off before Christian could even ask about what just happened.

"In Montesano? And, intruding on their romantic fairytale? Being a third wheel while you constantly needs to badger them for help?"

Anastasia scoffed, but didn't say anything because he was right. Her folks were notorious for their own little world. She grew up in that kind of environment, which was partly why she wasn't too much of a romantic. She didn't want a relationship like her parents' where they were always so co-dependent.

"You know I'm right," he poked her side but she continued to sulk, at least pretending to do so. "You're cracking."

"No, I'm not. You're so annoying!"

"You're cracking, I can see that smile threatening to break loose."

Anastasia only stomped her foot against and brought her hands to her hips since she couldn't cross them in front of her chest.

"I know you want to laugh. Why don't I turn away so I don't see it?" He made a show of twisting away with his hand shielding the side of his face, blocking his view and crouching down a bit so he looked like he had curled up.

That did the job. She cracked.

"Stop it! You are ridiculously childish," she shoved his arms whining in protest, still trying to hide her smile but ended up giggling. Then, she stopped abruptly. "Stop trying to make me laugh. My gunshot wound, remember?"

"Oh, and here I thought it was just an injury because you didn't seem all that concerned seconds ago when you refused to live with me."

"I can move around on my own just fine. I just need help with stuff that requires upper body strength because I'm not supposed to let the muscles contract too much to pull the wound."

"Which is preventing you from doing basically everything."

"Hence, I'm going to stay with my parents."

Christian lifted an eyebrow, silently reminding her his very logical argument from earlier.

"Fine, you win. But, what if we don't work out and you kick me out?"

"Baby, we're already back to our starting point, just give me—give us—a little leap of faith. Please?"

"You are so cliché."

"As long as I get you to say yes to moving in with me."

"Fine," she dragged the syllable out in a coquettish whine. "Okay."

"Say yes."

"Yes," she rolled her eyes. "I'll stay with you. We'll live together."

"You'll move in with me and we're going to stay at Rodriguez's condo."

She glared at him, instantly regretting her decision.

"For the time being," he added, just to ease her conscience.

"We will discuss where we're going once we settle in," she vowed and he nodded, concurring. There was no way he could get out of this conversation because she was constantly going to bring it up until they settled on something.

"Finally, we've come to an agreement."

Christian was just about to pull her closer for a kiss to seal the deal, they were interrupted, again.

"Jesus, I fee like I'm moving out of the planet with the way you guys all show up at once." Anastasia was slightly put off for their interruption since she, too, was looking forward for that kiss.

"Be nice, Ana," Christian admonished, he wouldn't have done it if it was just his siblings and the Kavanagh siblings here.

"We just wanted to say goodbye," Kate said. Malcolm wasn't with her this time, which was somewhat rare.

"You make it wound like I'm dying."

"They're just concerned. It is worth celebrating, though. You're finally out of the hospital," Ethan stepped closer to embrace his second sister. "As a patient," he added seconds later. Christian was still slightly uncomfortable witnessing the exchange.

"As a patient," Elliot sniggered.

"Who are you staying with?" Mia piped in. "I mean, you might want to stay with someone so you can recover faster."

Anastasia jabbed her thumb toward Christian but remained in Ethan's arms. The simple indication only made Christian proud. He wanted to puff up his chest to show everyone who she belonged to, only to remember that none of the people in this room was his competition. They were all her family.

"Are you two back together?" Kate and Carla gasped together. That was when Christian realized that he had been too focused on consoling Anastasia and forgot to greet the parents.

"Carla, Ray, you really didn't have to drive all the way up here so early in the morning."

"Nonsense. We thought we might offer a place for Annie to stay, but I can see that has been taken care of already," Ray responded, and Christian chest swelled with pride once again by the trust, acceptance and approval from Anastasia's family.

"We're not back together," Anastasia replied. "But, we're working on it."

"That's new," Christian huffed playfully, there was a cheeky grin on his face at the same time. He had no idea that they were heading toward the path to a romantic and intimate relationship. At least not so soon. He thought they would have to get past resolving the aftermath of the scandal and the very last incident first.

"Oh," Carla appeared to be a tad bit disappointed, but didn't comment any further.

Christian was even more confused because he thought Anastasia's parents would be mortified that their daughter was associated with a monster like him. He was sure that they would be kicking him to the curb if he got close to Anastasia the second time, but they didn't when they saw him in her hospital room. Anastasia said that her parents lived under a rock, but he didn't know that they'd be so oblivious to the news, especially when Anastasia said that they probably knew what was going on.

"Do you two need any help with anything?" Elliot, for the first time acting like a mature and responsible adult in a casual setting. He was serious about the entire hospital trip because he still didn't know what went down other than what had been reported in the news, which Kate claimed was fake.

"Do I?" Anastasia mused aloud. "Probably not. We have Luke and Jason, it's okay." She had no idea when she went on first name basis with the two security but it sounded natural, so she just said it.

"Cool, I'll leave you two kids to it then," Elliot announced in a straight face but everyone else cracked up, especially Carla and Ray, the legit adults.

"Where are you going to stay?" Ethan asked, finally let go of Anastasia and she bounded back to Christian who immediately had his arms around her.

"We're renting a house."

"He is," Anastasia clarified. She already felt bad for asking them to spend so much money on him, and now she was going to live in their house; she felt like an utter gold digger for taking so much advantage of the kind family.

Despite the fact that she was well aware of the favor exchange that was expected between them and the Rodriguez family, she still felt bad for taking that offer. It wasn't like she felt indebted to them monetarily but she knew that there was no way her conscience would allow to her to turn away a favor they asked. Just like last time when she acted like a pussy and missed Christian's birthday. Speaking of which, she still needed to clear the air up with him, starting with that misunderstanding.

"Doesn't matter, because I just remembered that I need a hug," Elliot pushed through the thin crowd and peeled her from Christian's hold.

"Careful, El," Christian growled when he saw him squeezing her.

"Chill bro," Elliot teased. "I really need you as my sister because Mia is getting cliché, and I cannot wait!" He squealed, jumping up and down with his arms still around her.

"I don't know where you got that idea from," Anastasia rolled her eyes. "I'm only staying with him temporarily."

"Yeah, until you guys got a house of your own."

"Why aren't you going back to the penthouse? I thought the police had cleared everything already. At least, according to the news," Mia turned to Kate for confirmation, and the reporter nodded.

"The police?" Ray stiffened. Carla patted his chest and reminded him that he had already knew parts of the story. Anastasia's parents really didn't care about the whole story, they just wanted to know why the two kids went through what they did and the consequences. As for how it started, he really couldn't care less. "Has any of you give any statements?"

"They will be giving their statements once they settled into the apartment," Taylor snuck into the room, clearly having eavesdropped the conversation from the door. Sawyer was still at the door on the outside but could hear everything just as clear. "They will be giving their statements, and after they gave their report, everything will come out."

"Is the apartment ready?" Christian asked his henchman.

"Yes," the buzzcut nodded back. "Sawyer is also back."

"Great! We can go now, right?" Anastasia jumped away from Elliot and picked up Christian's arm, tugging it so he would stand up from where he was sitting. "You guys can go, we're fine on our own. You all can come and visit once we're settled in. We can have a nice long chat if ya all want," she waved around, eager to dismiss them. She really just wanted to get out of the hospital so she could convince herself that she was completely healed and ready to face the aftermath.

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She knew she had to lay-off the pain meds gradually but the feeling she got when she was on them was making her addicted to the stuff. It wasn't the kind of addiction where she would get a side effect or a withdrawal, but she really needed to stop taking them so often because she had to know how her wound was healing.

When they arrived in their temporary home, as Anastasia insisted on calling it, he all but ordered her to bed. She hated staying in bed so she put up a fight, well, a mild one, and they reached a compromise.

"I'll go to the couch and stay out of your way," she told him. "I don't want to go to bed. I'm lonely there and I hate staying in bed. I've doing that for the past month. It's not like I can't move, I just can't lift a finger."

"Fine, stay there then."

"Are you going to cook tonight?" She asked with the sole purpose of keeping herself entertained while watching him move around the house and unpack. Her visual was satisfied but she needed to hear his voice, too.

She had been needy and clingy lately, especially when she was alone with him. Hence, she had been bothering him nonstop.

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes! I missed it," she nodded her head vigorously and beamed at him with utmost sincere gleam in her eyes. He couldn't help but move over to peck her pointy nose when he saw her expression.

"Okay, then I'll make dinner," he complied. Initially, he was planning on ordering take out or have Taylor send Gail's dinner over. The condo was new and didn't appear like it had been occupied ever since it was decorated.

"I don't think anyone's lived in this apartment."

"No, this was supposed to be for José's wife but she died before it was finished."

"Are you sure it's appropriate for us to take it then?"

"It was supposed to be one of their marriage presents." He continued, then thought about her question. "I mean, if it was me, then I'd probably never look at this apartment again. I would probably just sell it."

"Why don't you want to keep it?"

"If this was our condo, Anastasia," he turned to her in all seriousness. "And, say we're getting married and you didn't make it this time. I'd never even look at this place even if it's complete. I'd sell it to whichever lucky couple because this is supposed to be our place, but you're not here to witness its completion with me, so no, I'm definitely not keeping it."

"I guess I just didn't think José's parents were actually like… in love. I just assumed that it was a marriage of convenience since you know… well, I'm forcing the stereotype on them."

"Yeah, you are."

"Well, we are going to move out soon, right?"

Christian halted mid-action once again and stared at her.

"Woman, I am unpacking all out shit here and you're there telling me that we're going pack all those shit up soon? Where the hell do you think we're going to go?"

"Well, I don't know," she shrugged but then remembered that she shouldn't do that. "Maybe that's something we should talk about?"

"Okay, there are shitload of stuff that we need to talk about, so let's get settled first and then you can come sit by the kitchen and watch me cook."

"And babble my mouth, rambling on shit like what we're doing in the future. Or, better yet, I'll be doing all the talking."

"It is all you've been doing since you woke up with me next to you in the hospital," he deadpanned.

"Well, you're not much of an entertainer, so I have to do the job myself."

"I'm no fun?"

"Kinda," she scrunched up her nose adorably as she pretended to think hard about the previous weeks they spent together. "I mean, you're practically completely healed and I'm still like half disabled, so yeah."

Before Christian could say anything, the shrill of his phone interrupted their light banter.

"It's in my jacket, answer it!" He hollered from the en suite bathroom. She was perfectly capable of setting up the bathroom since there really was nothing heavy to lift other than a few shampoo bottles, which weight practically like nothing. Yet, he still refused to let her lift a finger.

She got up from the couch and moved to the rack near the door where his waterproof jacket was. There really was no need to wear a jacket but he took it thinking she might be cold in her t-shirt and shorts when they walked out of the hospital to the car.

"Hello?" There was no caller ID, so she wasn't sure what she should say.

"I'm sorry, is this Mr Grey's phone?"

"It is, he's not available at the moment. Who are you?"

The guy said he was a detective, and that he needed to interview Christian to obtain a statement.

"Oh, then I assume you'd want one from me, too. I'm Ana Steele," she replied.

"Yes, we do. Can you suggest a suitable time?"

"Can I discuss this with Christian first? He will give you a call once we've settled on a date."

"Okay, thank you."

Anastasia hang up and put the phone back into the pocket.

"Who was that?"

"Some detective."

"For the statement? I thought I told them to go through Taylor."

She shrugged. "I don't know, but when can we get this shit over with?"

"Are you up for it?"

"What, to give a statement? Sure, why not? The sooner it's done, the less I have to think about it."

"Are we doing it here?"

"Yeah, why not?"

Christian nodded. He pocketed the phone after taking it out of his jacket so he could carry it around with him.

"Go back to the couch."

"I'm going to the bedroom, so leave the door open so I get to watch you."

"Well, aren't you a creep?" He laughed, scooping her up in his arms gently and bringing her over to the large bed in the middle of the room.

Taco jumped beneath her trying to reach her face or touch her with his nose. Christian laughed and pulled her closer to his chest. Taco was always curios of things high up that he couldn't see, he was always under the impression that they were hiding food from him.

"I don't deny being one," she giggled. With that, she was tucked into the softest bedding that she had felt in months. It made her miss the linen at Escala.

Taco's sudden appearance only reminded the couple of one thing.

He had already claimed something in his possession since he was dropped off here earlier than them.

"The guest room?" They questioned in unison. Taco wagged his tail smugly when the both of them turned to eye him, it only confirmed that he did indeed steal something.

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As the couple sat down to dinner, it was somewhat weird to Anastasia that there was no help, no Gail, Taylor or Sawyer in the house. It was just. them.

The apartment was near the Puget Sound, which was somewhat secluded from the busy city life of Seattle and slightly better than facing Elliott Bay.

"How does tomorrow sound?" Anastasia asked Christian. They had yet to talk about everything, but they were very satisfied with their current life. There were still a few boxes to unpack but she was going to suggest that they leave it since they'd be moving out soon anyway.

"Tomorrow for what?" Christian frowned slightly as he watched her put a forkful of his famous mash potatoes in her mouth, moaning in pleasure as the cheese melted in her mouth. Taco immediately removed himself from next to Christian and shifted his attention to her and her plate. After planting his ass firmly on the ground, he turned his head back to Christian's direction, adjusting his body slightly to ensure that the entire table was under his scrutiny.

"To get the statements in," she stated with a forkful already cuing at her mouth and Taco straightening his back staring at that potato mash hopefully. "You already had a lot, Taco," Anastasia giggled softly, bringing the fork to his nose to tease him.

"I gave him probably like one-third of the total portion," Christian chortled. "Taco," he called for the dog's attention but with no food in his hand, the dog only spared him a quick glance that probably only lasted about a nanosecond.

"Why did you give him that much?" Anastasia protested, finally stuffing the fork inside her mouth to end Taco's misery.

"He asked for it," Christian shrugged. "Besides, we can't finish it anyway."

"And to think I spoiled him rotten," she jested. "I swear you made shitload on purpose just so Taco could have some."

"Or maybe he doesn't have to eat anything else after eating our leftovers. I did make everything Taco friendly."

"Taco got used to the rich, luxurious life and now I doubt he'd settle for the tiny apartment."

"I thought you think this condo was… intimate," he smiled smugly as he taunted her.

"It is. Well, more like the decor and the setting in this small space makes everything appear intimate." Anastasia waved her fork around in circles, and gave the kitchen and its connected living room a once over.

"Taco!" Christian laughed as he watched the dog's head followed the fork around and sprinted to the rescue when bits of mash fell from the utensil.

"Okay, we are getting off topic here now," she stabbed her fork into the bowl to emphasize her point. It got Taco's attention rather than Christian's though. The couple chuckled at Taco, resulting in a few wags of his tail sweeping on the floor. He really was fluffy from head to tail.

"Sure, tomorrow," he answered. "It's not like we're super busy with life at the moment."

"Who's phone is that?" She asked, sitting up as she glanced around the room attempting to locate the buzzing noise. Taco's ears perked up in alert as his eyes darted to the door, but instantly relaxed when he gathered that there was no one at the door; a false alarm.

"Mine's in my pocket," Christian patted the storage spot. Taco's eyes followed his hand and naively believed it was to send him a message, only for his male owner to stare back at him incredulously after he licked his hand.

"Who could be calling me? You're back, so I'm officially off duty," she lamented as she slowly stood up from the stool and started to pat through every jacket and give every surface a pat-down." Call my phone, Christian!" She hollered from the only spare bedroom, probably meant for Rodriguez's son initially, where she picked up a piece of clothing that she had recently wore.

"Guess Taco has already claimed the room," he chuckled, setting down his phone as it dialed for hers, he looked up just in time to see her walking out of the room with that cloth in her hand.

"Yup, he definitely did. Better than calling dibs on our bedroom."

"He will move all of our things within his reach to his place, trust me. He's been doing that in Escala on a daily basis. I'm constantly looking for my dirty laundry."

"That's because you stink too bad," she laughed loudly as she made her way to the main bedroom, finally locating her phone in the middle of it. "Why is my phone on our bed?" She declined Christian's incoming call and looked through her missed calls and messages.

"Probably fell out of your pocket when I carried you to bed."

"Or maybe Taco thought it belonged there," she joked, bringing her phone to her ear as she listened to the voicemail from Kate.

"Remember we had a rule about phones back then?" He reminded nonchalantly.

"Oh, that was when we're dating."

"Are we not heading down that path right now?"

"Maybe," she wanted to shrug her shoulders, but she knew it would only tear apart the soft tissue that was still healing. After all, the bullet cushioned through her left breast. "Kate wants to hangout, but I told her that we will after I am more settled."

"How long did you think we are staying here?" He watched her clambered up the high chair and placed her phone on top of his, honoring their rule.

"As short as possible."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to bother the Rodriguez duo anymore."

"Is it because they bought you the penthouse, the jet and the club?"

"How did you know all this?"

"Ros showed me the files. It was my first day back to the office."

"Speaking of back to work," she quickly took the first opportunity to divert the subject. She wanted to leave all the heavy discussion until they were interviewed. At least, in her opinion, there would be less to process when they gave their statements. She helped the detective was someone from the FBI, so they could spill everything." When are you planning on going back to the office and work full-time?"

Her idea of an FBI agent being less likely to be corrupted like the Seattle PD, and relatively more trustworthy was an unrealistic dream, but she found herself hoping it'd be true.

"When you are feeling better."

"Why?" Her brows furrowed at the simple statement.

"Two reasons. One, you need me to take care of you, since I know secretly you are still wishing for me to serve you breakfast in bed and feed you." He smirked when the scowled turned playful it deepened. "Two, you need to come in because you are the majority shareholder."

Anastasia gaped. She stared at him in horror hoping that he wasn't aware of the entire dealing process; but, the guy was too smart for his own good when it comes to gut instincts.

"I suspected that you are going to claim the majority stock, thinking it was out of obligation. Granted, it was what I expected, but I don't know where you got your money from."

She let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding. "You will know when it's time for me to sign them back to you."

"That's the problem, Ana. I don't want them back."

"You don't want your company back?" She gasped. "Everyone who bought a share signed a document agreeing that they would be signing over back to you once everything is over."

"No. What I mean is that I do want the other stockholders to sign their portion back as per the agreement. I just want you to keep your 51% and probably let Ros keep a couple."

"You want me to keep it?" She pointed her fork at herself. By now, both of their plates were cleared and there were a few rib bones along with other leftovers for Taco.

"Yes, why are you acting so surprised?"

Taco shifted beneath the table so he had a body part on each of their feet. He was bored and would be snoring in a matter of minutes if he wasn't summoned any time soon.

"I'm not acting! I am surprised! Shocked, even."

"We can talk about this tomorrow, after we give our statements. You need to eat your pills before you forget."

"I'm not going to get infected now, the dressing is always dry so that means my would is healed." Christian stood up with their empty plates and studiously ignored her whine. He smirked when she still got up and headed to their bathroom where her antibiotics were. They were kept on her night stand.

"As a doctor, you should know what they're supposed to do," he reasoned lightly with her as she walked back into the kitchen searching for water to down the pills.

"As a doctor, I also happen to know that we sometimes like to prescribe unnecessary drugs to a patient; medicine that would do them no good or more harm than good because they insisted on a heavy dosage. In this case, I think I'm perfectly fine without taking antibiotics."

Christian hummed but still watched her took the pill.

"I'm sure your mother has cancelled a few of your prescriptions here or there when you were sick. Drugs aren't necessary all the time, but that's a common misconception among the general population."

Christian shrugged and returned to his chores. He never really got sick and even if he had, he would be tend to by his mother. Though, he had seen Grace told Mia to stop taking a prescription after learning what it was. She was the one that got sick more often than her brothers.

"I'm going to go shower," she declared, her palm smacked the table surface gently, but it still made Taco jump." You've been so devious lately that you get so jumpy," she teased the dog with a nudge to his gigantic body using the back of her foot after he laid back down.

"He's always afraid of getting caught red-handed."

"Nah, more like he can't wait to get caught for our attention. We all know that he was the one that moved our clothes away and dragged the boxes to the spare room."

Christian laughed, he turned around to watch the interaction between Taco and Anastasia in utter amusement; but at that moment, he couldn't feel more content and his chest warmed with felicity.

"Go shower, or I'm going to join you."

"Is that a threat I hear?"

"Maybe, now go! I'm tempted," he shooed at her. "I'm going to get the kit ready so I can check your wound later."

"I swear you just want an excuse to stare at my boobs and feel me up," she rolled her eyes and headed for the shower.

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