“CrossFit,” Miles says thoughtfully. “That explains it.” “What could that possibly explain?” I ask. “The screams and clanking metal I hear from the other room when you’re on speakerphone.” “Oh, no,” I say, “that’s unrelated.” “I don’t want any more information,” he plays along. “I feel totally uncurious.” “My regularly scheduled calls with Christian Grey are completely mundane.” His brows pinch. “Who?” “It’s from a book,” I say. “Never mind.”
