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swore internally even as he turned to face the
seething Olivia. Her eyes were snapping with fury and her chest was falling and
rising with her angry breathing.
    “You and I need to talk, Master Alastar! What
the hell where you thinking by telling her she had to either choose to be your
slave, or you’d withhold your help?” The slender fists were propped on her hips
and there was no doubt in his mind Olivia was way, way beyond pissed.
    “Fuck,” was the only thing Amery said before ordering
a shot of scotch.

Chapter Four
    Slamming into her house, Myrna tossed her keys onto
the small stand where she kept her mail caddy. The clink of metal against metal
did little to sooth her already frayed nerves. Her little trip to the
Sanctuary’s Lair had done nothing to help her. While seeing the other members
engaging in various games of domination and submission hadn’t bothered her as
she’d expected, her innocent response to pleasing Olivia had. Was she so
desperate to recapture the feeling of submission that she’d taken her pleasure
even from a woman she considered a daughter?
    As she mused over the question, she methodically
emptied the pockets of her coat. Chapstick, a small bag of sugar-free
butterscotch candy, and a scrap of paper with a scribbled number on it joined
her keys. Spotting it, she picked it up. Soothing it out, she remembered her
promise to the doorman/bouncer.
    Studying it for a moment, Myrna kicked off her shoes
before heading to her kitchen. She’d call him while she was waiting for the
coffee to brew. She needed something to steady her nerves. Ignoring the
flashing light on the phone next to the entryway, she entered her favorite
room. Large and airy, decorated in country blues with its butcher block
countertops and oak cabinets, it was her dream kitchen. When she’d bought the
house, she’d imagined preparing family Christmas feasts here for her extended
family – Caelan, Olivia and their future families, and of course, Amery. She
sobered. While she’d imagined both her son and daughter having families, she’d
never once considered Amery marrying and having a family of his own. Surprisingly
the very idea of it was extremely disturbing.
    Flipping on the lights, she clicked on the coffee
maker before gathering the half empty container of half-cream out of her
fridge. A brief smile touched her lips. When she’d spoken with him on the phone
earlier in the evening, Caelan had been interrupted by Nisey who’d asked if
he’d wanted half and half in his coffee. She’d been puzzled at first until he’d
explained it was the same thing as half-cream. Amazing how the Americans can
have a different name for something as simple as half-cream.
    Moving to her pantry, a small but dusty bottle of
Bailey’s Irish Cream was her next victim. Setting her booty down on the
immaculate surface of her counter, she headed for the phone. Now that her drink
was brewing, she’d better get this over with, she decided.
    Without a thought, she pressed the flashing red
button to listen to her messages first. The first was from her insurance man
asking her to call him about December’s payment. Absently she made a mental
note to call his office tomorrow to clear up the matter before hitting the
delete button. She’d mailed his payment over a week ago, but knowing his
absent-minded secretary who just happened to also be his mother, it must’ve
gotten misplaced again. The woman was notorious for misplacing things but her
son refused to fire her. She was getting up in age, and the job gave the woman
not only needed support, but also got her out the house.
    A small smile tugged at her mouth. She idly wondered
if Caelan would do the same for her when she got that old…but then decided no.
She wouldn’t mind visiting her son in America but she loved her little home
here in Ireland. Even as disgusted as she was with Amery at the moment, she
thanked the Lord regularly he’d been there for her after Grant had left her. It
was