Fifty Shades of Grey (book 1+ 2)

Chapter 116

"Oh Ana, honey. You must be so tired." She glances anxiously at Bob.

"No Mom, it's just - I'm so pleased to see you." I hug her tightly.

She feels so good and welcoming and home. Reluctantly, I relinquish her, and Bob gives me an

awkward one-armed hug. He seems unsteady on his feet, and I remember that he's hurt his leg.

"Welcome back, Ana. Why you cryin'?" he asks.

"Aw, Bob, I'm just pleased to see you too." I stare up into his handsome square-jawed face, and his

twinkling blue eyes that gaze at me fondly. I like this husband, Mom. You can keep him. He takes my

backpack.

"Jeez, Ana, what have you got in here?"

That will be the Mac, and they both put their arms around me as we head for the parking lot.

I always forget how unbearably hot it is in Savannah. Leaving the cool air-conditioned confines of the

arrival terminal, we step into the Georgia heat like we're wearing it. Whoa!

It saps everything. I have to struggle out of Mom and Bob's embrace so I can remove my hoodie. I am

so glad I packed shorts. I miss the dry heat of Vegas sometimes, where I lived with Mom and Bob when

I was seventeen, but this wet heat, even at 8:30 in the morning, takes some getting used to. By the

time I'm in the back of Bob's wonderfully air-conditioned Tahoe SUV, I feel limp, and my hair has started

a frizzy protest at the heat.

In the back of the SUV I quickly text Ray, Kate, and Christian:

*Arrived Safely in Savannah. A :)*

My thoughts stray briefly to Jose as I press send, and through the fog of my fatigue, I remember that

it's his show next week. Should I invite Christian knowing how he feels about JoseWill Christian still

want to see me after that emailI shudder at the thought, and then put it out of my mind. I'll deal with that

later. Right now I am going to enjoy my mom's company.

"Honey, you must be tired. Would you like to sleep when we get home?"

"No, Mom. I'd like to go to the beach."

I am in my blue halter neck tankini, sipping a Diet Coke, on a sun bed facing the Atlantic Ocean, and to

think that only yesterday I was staring out at the Sound toward the Pacific.

My mother lounges beside me in a ridiculously large floppy sun hat and Jackie O shades, sipping a

Coke of her own. We are on Tybee Island Beach, just three blocks from home.

She holds my hand. My fatigue has waned, and as I soak up the sun, I feel comfortable, safe, and

warm. For the first time in forever, I start to relax.

"So Ana... tell me about this man who has you in such a spin."

Spin! How can she tellWhat to sayI can't talk about Christian in any great detail because of the NDA,

but even then, would I choose to talk to my mother about itI blanch at the thought.

"Well?" she prompts and squeezes my hand.

"His name's Christian. He's beyond handsome. He's wealthy... too wealthy. He's very complicated and

mercurial."

Yes - I feel inordinately pleased with my concise, accurate summary. I turn on my side to face her, just

as she makes the same move. She gazes at me with her crystal-clear blue eyes.

"Complicated and mercurial are the two pieces of information I want to concentrate on, Ana."

Oh no...

"Oh, Mom, his mood-swings make me dizzy. He's had a grim upbringing, so he's very closed, difficult to

gauge."

"Do you like him?"

"I more than like him."

"Really?" She gapes at me.

"Yes, Mom."

"Men aren't really complicated, Ana, honey. They are very simple, literal creatures.

They usually mean what they say. And we spend hours trying to analyze what they've said

- when really it's obvious. If I were you, I'd take him literally. That might help."

I gape at her. This sounds like good advice. Take Christian literally. Immediately some of the things he's

said spring into my mind.

I don't want to lose you...

You've bewitched me...

You've completely beguiled me...

I'll miss you too... more than you know...

I gaze at my mom. She is on her fourth marriage. Maybe she does know something about men after all.

"Most men are moody darling, some more than others. Take your father for instance...," Her eyes

soften and sadden whenever she thinks of my dad. My real dad, this mythical man I never knew,

snatched so cruelly from us in a combat training accident when he was a marine. Part of me thinks my

mom has been looking for someone like my dad all this time... maybe she's finally found what she's

looking for in Bob. Pity she couldn't find it with Ray.

"I used to think your father was moody. But now when I look back, I just think he was too caught up in ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

his job and trying to make a life for us." She sighs. "He was so young, we both were. Maybe that was

the issue."

Hmm... Christian is not exactly old. I smile fondly at her. She can become very soulful thinking about

my father, but I'm sure he had nothing on Christian's moods.

"Bob wants to take us out tonight for dinner. To his golf club."

"Oh no! Bob's started playing golf?" I scoff in disbelief.

"Tell me about it," groans my mother, rolling her eyes.

After a light lunch back at the house, I start to unpack. I am going to treat myself to a si-esta. My

mother has disappeared to mold some candles or whatever she does with them, and Bob is at work, so

I have time to catch up on some sleep. I open the Mac and fire it up.

It's two in the afternoon in Georgia, eleven in the morning in Seattle. I wonder if I have a reply from

Christian. Nervously, I log into the email program.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Finally!

Date: May 31 2011 07:30

To: Anastasia Steele

Anastasia

I am annoyed that as soon as you put some distance between us, you communicate openly and

honestly with me. Why can't you do that when we're together?

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