fifty-shades-of-grey

“You and boho chic.” She cocks her head to one side - Gah! Why is everyone remindingme of my favorite Fifty Shades? “Actually, Ana, you’re one of the few people whocould really pull that look off.”I grin.“I really liked the second place. I think I could fit in there. The guy who interviewedme was unnerving though,” I trail off – shit I’m talking to foghorn Kavanagh here. Shutup Ana!“Oh?” The Katherine Kavanagh radar for an interesting tidbit of information swoopsinto action – a tidbit that will only resurface at some inopportune and embarrassing moment,which reminds me.“Incidentally – will you please stop winding Christian up? Your comment about Joséat dinner yesterday was out of line. He’s a jealous guy. It doesn’t do any good, you know.”“Look, if he wasn’t Elliot’s brother I’d have said a lot worse. He’s a real control freak.I don’t know how you stand it. I was trying to make him jealous – give him a little helpwith his commitment issues.” She holds her hands up defensively. “But – if you don’t wantme to interfere, I won’t,” she says hastily at my scowl.“Good. Life with Christian is complicated enough, trust me.”Jeez, I sound like him.“Ana,” she pauses staring at me. “You’re okay, aren’t you? You’re not running to yourmother’s to escape?”I flush.“No Kate. It was you who said I needed a break.”She closes the distance between us and takes my hands – a most un-Kate thing to do.Oh no… tears threaten.“You’re just, I don’t know… different. I hope you’re okay, and whatever issues you’rehaving with Mr. Moneybags, you can talk to me. And I will try not to wind him up, thoughfrankly it’s like shooting fish in a barrel with him. Look, Ana, if something’s wrong, youwill tell me, I won’t judge. I’ll try to understand.”I blink back tears.“Oh, Kate.” I hug her. “I think I’ve really fallen for him.”“Ana, anyone can see that. And he’s fallen for you. He’s mad about you. Won’t takehis eyes off you.”I laugh uncertainly.“Do you think so?”“Hasn’t he told you?”“Not in so many words.”“Have you told him?”“Not in so many words.” I shrug apologetically.“Ana! Someone has to make the first move, otherwise you’ll never get anywhere.”What… tell him how I feel?“I’m just afraid I’ll frighten him away.”“And how do you know he’s not feeling the same?”