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So sorry for the long wait, but here is the next chapter. It ended up being longer than I planned. As always, big thanks to all who have fave-d, followed, and reviewed. They really help keep the story on the list to do so though I have other things to do, I'm thinking up plot bunnies that I quickly write down when I have a break.

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CPOV

Like, seriously, what the actual fuck just happened?

I am dumbfounded. The only words I can think and say are, "What the fuck, Ana?" I have no clue what else to say. Has Cason ever done that before while she was sleeping? If so, is this the first occurrence in which Ana was actually awake and pretending to be asleep? What a fucking creep! He had the audacity to just cuddle up to her? Even I know that's not proper behavior for a surrogate father to display. I can't imagine my father—let alone any of his friends—doing that to Mia. It's not appropriate, period.

Ana is wide-eyed, appearing as gobsmacked as me if not a little frightened. As I was unable to locate my underwear and pants from her now messy closet, I approach her slowly and still naked. She blinks up at me as I come closer, gripping her comforter tight to her chest. I flick on her lamp and sit in front of her. Seeing her try to find solace by hiding behind her cover, I follow suit and place a pillow over my lap.

"Ana," I prod cautiously. She swallows audibly, opens her mouth, and quickly shuts it. Her eyes drop to her lap, and she bites her lower lip. Ignoring the desire to sink my teeth into her plump lip, I grip her chin delicately and firmly and bring her gaze to meet mine. Her eyes are red with unshed tears. "Oh, Sunshine," I say softly.

Ana begins to tremble. I chuck the pillow from me, then lift Ana and cradle her in my lap. She comes willingly, burrowing her face between my neck and shoulder as I wrap her comforter securely around her body. I feel warm tears dribble onto my shoulder and slide down my chest. My hold on her tightens. I allow her to cry silently and just hug her. Glancing at the clock on her bedside table, I see it's fifteen minutes to four.

I'm used to crying women as most of my ex-submissives tended to become emotional after an intense playroom session, but I never held them like this or ached at their tears. It was expected of me to care for their needs, and I didn't mind it. Only with Anastasia, I don't like her crying at all. She needs to be smiling, as she's mostly done in the short period I've known her.

Her tears have dried on my skin and not feeling any new ones, I ask her, "What's running through your mind, Sunshine?"

Ana shrugs and keeps her face hidden in my neck. "A whole bunch of crap I don't want to be thinking," she whispers, her voice rough. She sniffles.

"Like. . ." I prompt.

"It's too much."

I sigh. I want to refrain from pushing her as I empathize with her need to keep her thoughts her own, but I must know so I can make it better for her. "Okay. How about you tell me one?"

She chuckles without humor. "Well, for one thing, I really wish you didn't see that."

"Sunshine, maybe it's for a good reason I did. If I hadn't been here, if we hadn't slept together, he would have just come in without you being aware of it." I bring one of her hands to my face and kiss her knuckles. "To your own knowledge, has he ever done this before?" I believe so as he just walked right in as if he owned the place, but I'll keep that to myself for now.

"I sleep like the dead. If he's ever entered the apartment, I honestly wouldn't know." She shudders and doesn't continue. She's silent again, playing with my chest hairs. Not a bad feeling.

I ask, "What was it he said to you?"

Ana's body slumps, and she lets out a little sigh. Almost as if she were relieved. "You didn't hear him," she states softly.

"Ana, what did he tell you? Is that why you were crying?"

"What does it matter? He left." She rises from my lap, letting her cover fall.

"Ana," I say sternly, "tell me what he told you. If it is what made you upset, I want to know."

"Why?" She looks at me exasperated as she stands. I follow suit.

"Because I want to fucking know!" I yell, causing her to jump slightly in surprise and stare at me wide-eyed. "If he upset you, tell me so I can do something about it." I am not angry with her, I think to myself as I bite back outright ordering her to tell me.

Putting her hands on her hips, she demands, "What do you plan to do? Confront him? Fight him? Yes, he entered my apartment without my knowledge, and I do plan on talking to him about it the next time I see him, as is my right, not yours."

"Sunshine," I warn. The defiance shining brightly in her eyes says she's not backing down. Changing my tactic, I say, "I care about you. I don't like that he upset you. And there is no fucking way you are ever speaking to that perverted man again."

She had softened with the first part, but her hackles rose back up when the last sentence escaped my lips. Fuck, so close. I run my hand through my hair. Her cheeks are red, but I'd wager it was from anger, not bashfulness.

"Who the hell died and made you king? You have no say in what I do, or who I choose to talk to. If you're going to stick around, let's get one thing straight. You will never order me to do or not to do something. I had enough of that with my ex, and I will not go through that shit again with you!"

I hold both hands up in surrender. "I hear you, Ana. It's not my place, but you have to understand that I care about you." I emphasize the word, "care," hoping it would defuse her sudden wrath.

She sighs and seems to deflate. "Thank you," she says softly and crosses her arms, making her ample tits lift.

Slowly, I approach her. When she doesn't protest my closeness, I wrap my arms around her and rest my chin on the top of her head. She doesn't hug me back, but she leans into my embrace. After a few minutes, I pull back, kiss her head, and guide her back to bed. Before she can lie back into her pillow, I remove her nightgown. I want to feel her skin against mine. She lets me, giving me a little smile that makes my heart beat faster. Ana grabs my face between her hands and gives me a sweet, innocent peck on the lips. When she lets go, I turn off the light and get under the covers with her.

I settle my much larger frame next to hers and cocoon her in my arms. We lie on our sides, facing each other. In the new darkness, I can only make out the shape of her face. Though I'd like to just close my eyes and fall asleep, I need to know what he told her.

"Please, Sunshine, tell me what he told you," I beg. If I'm lucky, sounding pathetic will not anger her further.

She grumbles, "You're not going to let this go, are you?" At my lack of response, she sighs. "Fine. He told me something my dad always said when he tucked me in for bed. Before he died."

"Oh!" Great, now I feel like a jerk for pushing her. "I'm sorry. You don't have to say anymore," I say lamely and sincerely.

"It's okay, Pumpkin, you meant well. I just don't like talking about it."

"That's understandable. Though, if you don't mind, why was Cason telling you that?" And how would he know?

"Um, since Dad died, Cason always looked after me. He was my father's best friend, and he's taken care of me since then." She pauses as if considering what to say next. "He's been having a hard time letting me. . .leave the nest and accept that I'm my own person."

I puzzle over that. From that first encounter with the man, it does fit that he's hesitant in letting her into the world—relationships to be specific. "So, he's like your father, now?"

Ana shivers in my arms. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no! I do not see him like that. I only ever had one father," she insists, sounding disgusted.

"But he must see you as a daughter, considering how much he apparently cares. Why else do that?"

I feel Ana shaking her head no against my chest. "No, no, no. I think he felt he owed my father a lot, that's why he took me under his wing."

Puzzled at her reaction, I say, "Okay. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Well, judging from tonight, it's not you." I jump when she jabs me in the ribs. "Perhaps I should kick you out."

Glad her humor is making a quick comeback. A little too quick, but I'm not about to pester her further about something that's obviously painful. I trail my fingertips along her belly and ribs, laughing when she squirms. "Aw, Sunshine, are you ticklish?" I nibble her ear playfully. Well, I try to, but she has so much damn hair that I just get a mouthful of it.

She giggles, trying unsuccessfully to twist away from me. "This is exactly what I was talking about."

I spit as much of her hair out of my mouth as I can but stay stuck with a few strands. I cease my tickling to yank those hairs out. Next time, I don't care how late it is, I'm braiding her hair before we go to sleep. She's still giggling when I wrap my arms around her anew. She snuggles against me and lets out a contented sigh. "Okay," she mumbles into my skin, "This is better."

"Go to sleep, Ana. We have a long day ahead of us."

Afternoon (Same day)

"Christian, I can't afford anything here!" Ana hisses, trying to push me back out the door of Neiman Marcus that I dragged her in. "This isn't funny!" she snaps when I laugh out loud.

I plant my feet, and as she continues to try to move me back with her hands digging into my chest, I mockingly whisper, "You're making a scene." Immediately, she takes her hands off me and turns around to face the store. She huffs when she sees I was only joking.

"Fine!" Ana starts to walk around me, but I wrap my arms around her. Her tone changes from anger to desperation, "Please, Christian. I have rent and bills to pay."

"What are you talking about, Sunshine?" I grip her hair with one hand and pull her head back gently. At her confused expression, I add, "Don't you remember what my drunk sister told me to do?" As she racks her memory, I steal a quick kiss. "You'll never leave me?" I prompt.

I hug her tighter as it dawns on her. "Shopping? You're taking me shopping? Here?" She looks around the store as if she's never been in here before. Well, given her income, she can't even afford to window shop here. I'm surprised she can even afford her apartment.

I smile at her. Normal protocol is calling into Caroline Acton for her to pick out a wardrobe. I lead a skittish Ana by her hand further into the store slowly. With this special woman, whose best pair of heels is from JcPenny's, I want to see her reaction as I buy her at least two pairs of heels and one dress. Any more than that, she'll bolt, I have a feeling. So, I'll thrust her into the world of designer clothing slowly.

"Yup," I say proudly, as I walk us to the area where they keep the shoes. "Get whatever how many pairs you want. My treat."

She doesn't move from my side but instead shrinks into my side. Ana continues to look at the other shoppers around us. I catch one woman eyeing Ana enviously, probably having heard my statement to her. "Christian," Ana whispers into my ear after her survey, "you don't have to do this. I'm fine with flowers. Mia also mentioned flowers."

"Flowers? You want flowers?" I wrap my arm around her.

"Yes!" She exclaims eagerly. "Flowers would be lovely." Her arms wind around my waist, and she stands on her toes to plant a kiss on my jaw.

I rest my chin on the top of her head as she hugs me. "Alright. We'll stop at the florist after we finish here."

"Ugh!" Ana shoves me from her, and I back up a step as I chuckle. "I don't want you to buy me anything. I'm not that type of girl."

"There is no alternative motive, Sunshine. I want to buy you something that you'll look beautiful in because it will make me happy. Selfish of me, when you think about it. It's more for me than you."

Exasperated, she turns away from me and faces the shoes with her hands on her hips. Honestly, with the way she's glaring at the heels on display, one would think I told her no more shopping for today. Her reaction is annoying, yet I am relieved to know she isn't a gold digger. A gold digger would have been bouncing around the store with her arms loaded before I'd finished my sentence.

"Ana, you owe me. Remember this morning?" She turns to me slightly and looks puzzled. "I wanted to eat out, but you decided you wanted to cook me breakfast instead. You owe me."

"The fuck you trying to say," Ana asks, facing me fully. I know she's joking by that tiny hint of a smile. "I made you breakfast in bed with five pancakes, one omelet, and French toast. Did you lie when you said it was the best you've ever had?"

"I loved that you wanted to cook for me. And I especially loved that you loved cooking for me. It made you happy taking care of me. It will make me happy to buy you pretty things, so please let me." As I make my case, she softens, and I know I've got her.

Ana walks back to me, pulls my head down so she can kiss me too quickly, and smiles. "Okay. I'm sorry for acting like a brat."

"My brat," I say huskily. Unsurprisingly, her surrender is turning me on. She needs to find her heels and dress fast, then I going to fuck her brains out while she wears a pair. Her place or mine. Her eyes darken, but before her lips touch mine again, I demand, "Find something fast. Then it's back to your place or mine."

Ana opens her mouth in pretend shock. "What about my flowers?"

Laughing, I walk to a pair of black Louboutin's I'd like to see over my shoulders later tonight. I wasn't lying when I told her it was more for me than her. "I like these."

I'd expected her to be looking where I was, but at her lack of an answer, I turned to find her in front of boots. In her hands was a knee-length five-inch black boot. "I like these," she calls to me.

"Perfect, Sunshine. I'll be right back. I'm going to get the personal shopper."

"A what?"

"Personal shopper. The women in my family use her every time they come." At her little, "oh," I say, "Find other pairs you like. There's no limit."

As I'm walking away, I hear Ana whine, "Don't tell me that."

Normally, the moment I walk in here, which isn't often, Ms. Acton assists me immediately. Of course, normally, I'm not wearing a cap and sunglasses to hide my identity. When Sawyer dropped a change of clothes off in the morning, he informed me that the media were on high alert to find my location as I never returned home. I wanted to take Ana out shopping, and I didn't think there was much risk going to this store. The media were more likely camped at Escala waiting for me to do the walk of shame. To appease Taylor, Ryan and Reynolds are protecting Ana and myself while Taylor and Sawyer get to sleep. Currently, our CPOs were drinking coffee at a café next door.

Upon finding and greeting Ms. Acton, I instruct her to wrap up everything my girlfriend wants, including the heels I ogled. After giving her Ana's shoe-size, I walk back to Ana. She was now admiring a red pair of heels.

"I think these are cute. What do you think?" She holds up one for me to inspect.

I lean in close and whisper, "Imagine how cute they'll look around my ears."

At first, Ana is confused, but when I waggle my eyebrows at her, her eyes widen, and she giggles. "Christian!" She admonishes softly.

I shrug my shoulders unashamed. "Is that all you found?"

"Yes." Ana holds one red heel out for me to inspect. "I don't own any brightly colored heels. These will be a good start to add color to my shoe collection."

"And," I add, "they are mighty sexy." I signal to Ms. Acton to add this pair to purchase as Ana continues to admire them.

"Sexy?" Ana looks disappointed. "Crap, I wanted to wear them to work." Pouting, Ana places them back on the display. I signal to Ms. Acton to add this pair to purchase as an oblivious Ana continues to admire them wistfully. She might not wear them to work—though I don't see how a little bit of sexy is wrong—but I still want her to have them. She can wear them for me during future dates or future fucking.

"What happened to the boots you were looking at?" Ana turns her head to see the pair she'd been inspecting. "Were they not to your satisfaction?"

She bites her bottom lip, and as my pants tighten, she answers, "I loved those, but they cost over a thousand dollars. For a pair of boots!" She shakes her head. "They cost more than my car is probably worth."

"That's not a fair comparison, Sunshine. You drive a piece-of-shit car." I roll my eyes at her. Again, I signal for them to be added to purchase.

Ana pauses, faces me fully, and narrows her eyes. "How do you know that? I don't think you've ever seen my car."

I freeze, hoping to fuck all that she can't read my sudden panic. After grasping at the first excuse I can think of, I say, "Um, you told me it broke down on you yesterday."

She huffs and turns away. She rolls her eyes, but I think I can forgive that this one time. "All cars, good, bad, or piece-of-shit, break down, Christian."

Glad she's moved past my small mistake; I think it's time to look for a dress she can wear for our next date. Perhaps something new for when she meets Mia. Better yet, I do recall Andrea informing me of a gala of some schmuck I was invited to. If memory serves me correctly, the event is in three weeks. Plenty of time for Ana to find a gown.

Ana is currently scrutinizing the rest of the heels on display, most likely trying to look for a pair less than five hundred. She's getting three already, not that she's aware of it, so I decide it's time to head out. I'll let Ana choose how we finish our day together, and then go to the florist. Mental note: always give her flowers when we are on a date. Come to think of it, she probably expected it as her vase in her living room was empty, and she doesn't strike me as one to leave it as such for the sake of décor.

I signal to the personal shopper to wrap up our items. Maybe when Ana wants to look for gowns we can put Ms. Acton to actual use. As Ana continues her search for a lower priced heel, Ms. Acton brings me the bags. I thank her and call out for Ana.

Ana gives me her attention. I lift the purchased merchandise. Her eyes widen. "When did you get something?"

"When you were busy glaring at the shoes."

"What did you get?" Ana bounces over to me and tries to peek into the bags. "When did you pay?"

"Your heels, and I have an open tab here."

"My heels?" She reaches inside one bag, pulls out a large box, and comments, "I didn't know you could have an open tab outside of a bar."

"I had to open one with the way my sister spends. Spoiled princess kept maxing out her credit cards."

"Wouldn't that encourage her to spend more if she knew it was straight from your back pocket?" Ana laughs, and looks inside the box. She gasps when she sees the boots. "Christian! I told you those were expensive." Her shock-filled eyes meet mine.

"Money isn't an issue for me, Sunshine. I won't let a price tag prevent you from getting what you want," I say softly and smiling. Truly, I wanted to be able to see her reaction, though her sudden awkwardness wasn't something I expected. She's lost her smile, hunched her shoulders a little, and is staring off to the side of me.

"Thank you," Ana murmurs, looking unsure of herself. She places the box inside the bag and tries to take it from me. When I hold fast, she asks, "Are we done here?" At my nod, she heads for the entrance.

Outside, I lead her to the coffee shop our CPOs are in, hoping a cup of coffee will cheer her up again. Did I come off too strongly? It didn't feel so to me, but I'm not the average. Damn me for believing Mia. Shopping seems to have had the opposite effect that I was going for. Inside the café, I hand the bags off to Ryan to take to the car. Reynolds stays seated nearby. Before this day ends, I want to have a conversation with Ana about our relationship. Though it might be ideal to wait until we are by ourselves, I want to get into her mind now before she has the chance to make a decision I won't like.

After ordering a cup of English Breakfast tea for her, black coffee for me, and two muffins, we sit at a table near Reynolds and a returned Ryan.

"Ana," I begin with nervousness, "why did you shut down on me?"

She sips her hot tea slowly and does not meet my eyes. I'd take her hand in mine but she has both wrapped around her mug. Given her posture, I believe she's somehow using her drink to hide behind. After a moment of awkward silence, she asks a question of her own. "How rich are you, Christian?"

I blink, surprised. Not comfortable saying in front of a room full of strangers, I pull out my phone, log into one of my bank accounts app, and hold it for her to see my checking account. Her mouth plops wide open at the nine digit number. When her gaze turns to me, I pull back my phone and open another checking account from another bank. After showing her the ten digit number on there, I worry slightly she might catch flies at how impossibly wide her mouth is. If we can manage to iron out this wrinkle, I will be sure to put that mouth to good use. I show her another account, and I fear she might fall out of her chair. To further illustrate my wealth, I search up my net worth on my phone. Now, Ana shuts her mouth and blinks rapidly.

"That rich," I mutter, hoping I haven't just shot myself in the foot.

"Wow," Ana breathes, more dumbfounded than amazed. "You made all that on your own?"

I put my phone in my coat's pocket. "Well, my grandfather gave me the loan to start up my business, but other than that, yes."

"That's incredible, Christian. You must have worked really hard." Ana swallows. "No wonder you were pissed when I thought you were a trust fund baby."

I grimace, remembering my appalling behavior yesterday at dinner. "Regardless that I was pissed, my behavior towards you was uncalled for. Again, I do apologize for that, Ana."

"It's forgiven." Ana takes a bite out of her muffin, mm's in response, and then asks around a full mouth, "What does your company do for you to get that rich?"

"I am an investor, and I do own clubs, restaurants, and other businesses around the country. So, a good portion of my income comes from that. To answer your question, my company deals with communications technology, eco manufacturing, and next generation farming solutions."

"How old are you?"

"Thirty."

"Wow," Ana repeats. "So how involved are you with everything? How do you handle the workload? It sounds too much for one person to handle."

"Ana," I say while trying to bite back my annoyance, "I would love to chat with you about my job some other time, but I want to focus on us for now."

"Shouldn't it be me who brings up the topic of 'us?'" Ana returns to avoiding my eyes.

Ignoring her remark, I ask again, "Why did you shut down on me? After I bought you the heels and boots?"

"How many relationships have you had, Christian?" Ana notices my anger by eyeing my hands curling into fists, and she quickly says, "I'm not avoiding your question. I'm trying to get you to understand my point of view."

Frustrated, I take off my cap and run my fingers through my hair. "What kind of relationship do you mean? Sexual or romantic?"

Her face turns into a scowl. "Um, both?"

Really, sweetheart? "Too many sexual to count, and never romantic."

Ana bobs her head up and down as if she expected as much. "Were the sexual in the same class as you?"

"Not many of them. Most were upper-middle."

"Did you buy them expensive things, too?"

"Yes, but it was empty." I take a chance and touch the back of her hand.

Ana stares at my hand grazing hers. She turns her hand over, and I grasp it softly. A few seconds pass as she mulls over what she wants to say. "I grew up in the lower working class. We weren't starving, but we didn't have the luxury of having money to spend on whatever we wanted. The money went to the necessities. Even now, the only way I can afford my apartment is because Cason pays a portion of it. I can't even afford to buy a used car to replace my piece-of-shit car. I wouldn't even be able to afford the maintenance of my car if my friend's father wasn't a mechanic and gives me a family friend fifty percent off discount." Ana smiles slightly. "Thank you, truly, for your consideration. I just don't know what to do with you wanting to buy me expensive things. It's sweet, but I'm used to counting pennies and making sure what I'm getting is needed."

Ana squirms in her seat and holds my hand tightly. Her cheeks are red with embarrassment. I'm sure that was hard for her to say to me, especially how I went and showed her just how filthy stinking rich I am. "I think I can understand that, Sunshine." Lord knows I wouldn't know how to count pennies and only buy the necessary things.

She breathes deeply. "In the risk of sounding like a cliché, we come from two different worlds, Christian."

"So?" I hold fast to both of her hands in both of mine now. Never have I imagined it would be my wealth that repels someone I wanted to have a romantic relationship with—or any relationship.

"So, if we are too different, we won't last."

"I believe I've heard the saying opposites attract."

"Christian, think about it. Your family are going to think I'm not good enough for you. And because apparently, you're famous in Seattle, the media will paint me as a gold digger."

"Okay, point taken," I say, knowing I shouldn't make promises of approval and positive media. "But what about what I feel for you? I've never felt so comfortable before."

"Comfortable? Like old sneakers?"

I wince and shake my head. "What I mean is that everything feels right with you. I've never had this connection with another person as I do with you, and I only met you weeks ago! This is out of the norm for me, but I know if I don't try, if we end this so early now, I'll regret it." I wait, gauging her reaction to my declaration. What was meant to only be about sex has done a one-eighty. No one can be more surprised than me.

Ana's eyes are taking me all in. Her hands are soft and warm in mine. I'm aware we are in a full coffee shop, but I can't concern myself with that. What was meant to be a fun day out shopping has morphed into me baring myself open to a woman I've only met a handful of times. Is this physical, yes, but this has the potential for more and I'm more than willing to try.

Finally, Ana simply says, "Okay. We'll try."

Sawyer POV (six days later)

As he sat in a black Audi SUV—the standard for security employed by Grey—Luke Sawyer waited for his boss's boss's girlfriend to come down from her apartment, get into her piece of shit can't-believe-it's-still-running vehicle, and drive to work. He has been tailing her since the Monday after she and Grey hooked up. He didn't mind when he was assigned to watching her every move; she was hot as hell, and it got him out of the office for fresh air. He didn't know her personally, but after watching her for weeks, he's concluded that she could do better than his boss. Sure, the man was in the elite, and he wasn't hard to stare at—even he as a heterosexual man can admit that. There was a sort of light that surrounds her, and she has a sweet smile. Sawyer didn't want to be around when Grey eventually breaks her heart; he's developed a soft spot for her.

Five minutes after the dot, per her usual, Sawyer spotted Ms. Steele hurrying to her car. As he smiled slightly at her struggle with opening her car door with three thick manuscripts, her purse, and an apple in her mouth, Sawyer started the engine. Moments after, she was off on her way to work with him following a car behind. At a red light, the SUV's Bluetooth announced an incoming call from Taylor.

"Behind Ms. Steele," Sawyer said as a greeting. "In route to her workplace, T."

"Grey wants an update about that clingy ex of hers."

"When I relieved Reynolds from his nightshift, he didn't have any new information about possible men who the ex can be. Westbrook did stop by at 5:30 this morning. I followed him into Ms. Steele's building and saw him entering her apartment. I was able to make out them arguing about her having a date later with Grey. Westbrook left within ten minutes of arriving. And Ms. Steele is running late today and missed breakfast. I saw her entering her death-trap of a car in a hurry with an apple in her mouth." Sawyer signalled left as his charge did.

"Westbrook again? I thought I was protective of Sophie, but that loon pushes it." Sawyer merged into the next lane. "Anything to report of Ms. Steele's ex?"

Sawyer sighs. He'd hate to say it, but someone had to. "Is it not possible that she lied about a crazy ex to get Grey's attention? There have been no men harassing Ms. Steele since I've been tailing her."

"I have my suspicions as well. However, Grey said to be on the lookout, so be on the lookout. Ms. Steele claims her ex visits often without invitation and calls her incessantly. It's only been a week since we've been on the alert so perhaps he's gotten the message with her dating Grey."

Sawyer didn't believe that. Now directly behind Ms. Steele, he notices her on her phone talking. "T. You have to tell Grey to talk to her about being on her phone and driving."

"How the fuck are we talking, Luke?"

"By fucking Bluetooth. The girl is a crap driver with both hands on the wheel. She shouldn't be taunting death by taking one hand off."

Taylor harrumphs and Sawyer sees Ms. Steele is now yelling. After Taylor reminds him to just follow the big boss's orders, they hang up. She might be talking to that ex. Hoping she was loud enough, Sawyer signals left and merges with the lane right over. With her now on his right side, he rolls down the window of the passenger side. Sure enough, he could hear the sweet Ms. Steele scream, "It's my fucking life! We are over! Get that through your head, Cason!" With that final yell, she takes the phone from her ear and presses a button he assumes is to the end call.

Shocked, Sawyer continues driving next to her. Fucking Westbrook is her ex? That isn't possible, is it? Grey said Ms. Steele was with her ex since she was fifteen, a minor. A fucking child! Westbrook is over twenty years older than her. He'd have to have been in his thirties during her teens. Maybe she knows another Cason, but that seems farfetched. His heart pumping hard, Sawyer calls back Taylor. "Jason, I have a hit."