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Brushingmy hands on my pants,Istep onLucky’sbare back and saunter over to say hello to the pretty girlI’vebeen missing since we met.

Chapter19

Beau

Survivaltip #111

Trustyour doctor.

Theyknow what’s best for your body.

Assoon asIturn toward the house, the face disappears and her curtains are yanked back into place.Aslow, stupid smile works its way across my face.

Nicetry, little subbie.

Ilet myself into the sitting room, planning on hunting her down... onlyIdon’t need to.

“Oh.Goodmorning,Beau.”

Edenlooks down on me from the top of the stairs, haloed by the lights behind her.Thesight of her slides into me like a needle, andI’mnot sure ifI’mbeing infected with the cure or some terminal disease.Eden’sin a cute little dress today—a pink one that sets off her mahogany hair and brings out the flustered color in her cheeks.Herhair is out of its usual bun, andI’msurprised to see it flows almost to her waist.

Iwant to see it spread out beneath her as she comes apart.

“Mornin’, darlin’,”Ifinally say, rememberingIhave a voice.

Hermouth swings up on one side in a sweet smile, even while her eyes dip down and linger over my bare chest.Seemingto remember herself, she snaps them back up.

“Wereyou working out?”Edenasks, pure and innocent as her namesake.

Anda filthy little liar, apparently.

Ibite my lower lip, then release it with an amused smack. “Youjust finish cleaning up?”

Shesmooths out invisible crinkles in her dress. “Mm-hmm.”

Likeshe wasn’t just staring at us like she wants me to pocket her eyes just so she can keep them on my ass.

Crossingmy arms,Ilean against the wall. “Comeon down here, then.”

Shecasts her eyes around the room, lingering on the partly open curtains behind me.

“Is, um,Domaround?” she asks.

Dom.

Jealousycuts through my amusement in a way that never used to happen before.Before, we always shared.Before, having a subbie ask me aboutDomwould have filled me with satisfaction.NowI’mjust wondering if she’s asking because she likes him more.

GoddamnHeather.

“He’sgone upstairs for a bit.”

Edendarts a startled glance behind her, then starts down the stairs, a definite haste to her steps.Whenshe reaches me, she looks back at the top floor with a frown between her brows, anxiously adjusting her glasses. “Will, um... will he be out soon, do you think?”

Myannoyance turns to confusion.She’snot asking because she wants to see him.She’sasking because shedoesn’t.

Isigh.Whydoesn’t that make me feel any better?

“Notsure, darlin’.I’mnot his keeper.”

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