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"Grace, all of this looks so delicious.", I say while spooning out a helping of mashed potatoes. Christian and I along with Oliver are having dinner at Carrick and Grace's. Mia and Nicholas are here as are Elliot and Kate.

"Thank you. I prepared some of the food last night and simply reheated it tonight." Her words are directed at me while her eyes are on Oliver who's watching everyone from his seat. "He's so adorable."

"I know I am.", Elliot laughs before getting elbowed by Kate. "Christian, any update on the magazine's break in?" Even though the security cameras around the magazine showed a mystery guy hovering around the building, an id has yet to be made on the guy.

"No. The police and my guys are working on it, but there haven't been any new developments in a few days

"I'm sure things will turn around soon.", Carrick says. "And I'm also sure whoever is responsible will serve a lengthy prison sentence."

"Not until I have a few words with him or her.", Christian hisses as I grip his hand with mine.

"Please don't do anything irrational.", Mia tells her brother. "You've been known to get a little hotheaded."

"Mia's right.", Kate adds. "Since you're married to my best friend, and I'm in a serious relationship with your brother, you and I are like family. We've had our ups and downs, but I care about you and don't want to see you put yourself in a bad spot."

"I really do appreciate everyone's concern for me.", Christian sighs. "I promise I'm not going to do anything rash. I'd rather we discuss something more upbeat. Mia, where are you with the food truck plan?"

"Now that I've got the van, I've got to start getting it equipped. Fortunately, Nicholas has a friend who's going to get the van ready for me."

"My friend Eric has actually renovated a van into a food truck before. It's not a process that he can do overnight, but it's going to look great when he does get it finished."

"I'm going to the health department next week for my food training safety certificate."

"I'm guessing you have insurance on the vehicle.", Carrick says between bites.

"Dad, I do. You're the one who taught me to make sure I have insurance on any vehicle I operate, and it's been instilled in my brain."

"Hearing you talk about your business has me thinking of a possible article for the magazine.", Kate tells Mia. "We could interview other food truck owners around the city and find out what they have to offer."

"I'm still a ways from officially being in business, but I think you've got a great idea. Despite food trucks becoming more popular, there are people who haven't tried them. It could help introduce people to a new way of having their lunch during a frantic day at work.", Mia says.

"What if the person behind the break in works for a competing magazine?", Elliot blurts out. Christian, wiping drool from the corner of Oliver's mouth, quickly turns his head to Elliot. "Listening to Kate and Mia talking about articles got me to wondering if a competing magazine could have enlisted someone to break in to the magazine and steal ideas."

"Add one more theory to the list.", I murmur.

"So far, we haven't found proof of any sort of information being stolen whether it's in relation to employees or magazine material.", Christian says.

"It was only a thought.", Elliot shrugs.

"It appears we've once again gotten off track, and what better way to make things right than ice cream.", Grace giggles while standing. "I happen to have a brand new container of strawberry ice cream."

"Strawberry is my favorite.", Nicholas grins.

"How about we have a race to see who can eat their ice cream the fastest?", Elliot asks. "I'll go as far as offering to put up twenty dollars that I can do it."

"Go ahead.", Kate says. "I'm almost certain you're the only one willing to end up with a brain freeze."

"As long as I get bragging rights, it's a risk I'm willing to take."

"I can't believe Elliot ate his entire bowl of ice cream in three minutes.", I say, taking off my white cotton robe. I pad over and climb into the bed.

"I almost expected him to do it in less time.", Christian smirks.

"It didn't faze him until he was finished that everyone else was literally just watching him and not even competing against him. He seemed to get an ego boost out of it."

"And a brain freeze unlike any other. There may have been the discussion of bad things, but all in all, it was a nice dinner."

"I think I know of a way I can make it an even better night.", I whisper with a wiggle of my brow.

"Oh. Do tell."

"How about I show you." I lean in and start kissing him while feeling the heat between my thighs increase. His hands go underneath my pajama shirt just as his phone rings. "It's just our imagination."

"I wish.", he sighs. "I told Detective Hudson to call me when he found something, no matter how late or how early." I see the time on the clock reads only nine. "I guess for some it's still early." Before Christian can grab the phone, it stops ringing. "Damn. It was him, but he left a voicemail." I raise up in the bed as Christian dials and listens to the message. When he's done, he's wearing a slight smile. "The detective says he's found some potentially good information. He wants me to call him back as soon as I can."

"Mr. and Mrs. Grey, I apologize for being here so late, but I've found some information I thought you'd like to know.", Detective Mark Hudson says while entering the living room. It was only an hour ago that he called Christian with the news that he had found new evidence in the break in at the magazine.

"It's fine especially since you said you've got some positive news.", Christian sighs. "Have a seat." The detective sits down in one of the chairs, and Christian and I sit down on the sofa. "What have you got?"

"As you know, the street cameras around the magazine showed both the mysterious black Sedan and the unknown guy."

"If you called to just repeat what we already know, you've wasted a trip and our time.", Christian scoffs. I notice that Detective Hudson has a folder in his left hand.

"Is the nature of your visit in that folder?", I ask him with a nod at the folder.

"It is.", he answers. "I was able to get the Sedan's license plate number. The cameras around the magazine couldn't pick up the plate, but I decided to search through footage from cameras a few streets over. Sure enough, the Sedan was spotted on camera about a block from the magazine. The timing was about an hour before the other footage. It was parked on the side of the street and across from an apartment building which the same guy from the first footage entered and a few minutes later left." He opens the folder and brings out a photo which shows the car. "With the camera positioned behind the car, getting the plate number was easy. It came back to one Brendon Fisher. Does the name ring a bell?" Christian shakes his head, but I freeze up at the name.

"Ana, is something wrong?", Christian asks.

"I know the name Brendon Fisher. It's Bob's nephew. He's the son of Bob's sister Claire. I probably saw him about three or four times during my mom's marriage to Bob. The last I heard Brendon was living in Florida where his mom and dad also live."

"So he's the guy seen around the magazine?"

"No. That wasn't him. Brendon's much taller and has blonde hair. Maybe the other guy was borrowing Brendon's car." Christian mumbles a series of curse words under his breath.

"Maybe.", Christian says. "But I think we may have just discovered a possible motive."

"And that would be?", Detective Hudson asks.

"Bob Adams is my mom's ex-husband.", I answer. "After they split up, Bob devised a scheme against not only my mom but also Christian and I. Jason Taylor, Christian's head bodyguard was shot during the debacle. Even though Bob's currently serving time, it's very likely he's once again up to no good."

"Bob Adams is one stupid son of a bitch.", Christian growls. "He obviously loves starting fires, but I love putting the damn things out."