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functioning.
    “How do you do that?” she asked as she sat up and brushed her dress down her body.
    “Do what?” he asked.
    “I can barely move and I’m not sure my knees will hold me if I try to stand, and you look like you’re ready to run a marathon. How do you do that?”
    Jackson looked startled by the question then shrugged. “I’ve been a firefighter a long time. Dressing fast is part of the job. Come on, Taurus is probably swamped.” He swung her up into his arms and carried her back the way they’d come.
    This time Sinclair had a chance for a quick look around and found they were in the middle of an enclosed garden. It was beautiful in the dim light provided by the waning moon overhead and the white twinkle lights that were strung everywhere. The tall wooden fence surrounding the enchanted area was barely visible behind the bushes, flowers, and trellises covered with tomatoes, roses, and other plants. Stone walkways led between beds filled with more flowers and bushes and other plants.
    “It’s incredible. Like Alice’s Wonderland,” she breathed, turning to look over Jackson’s shoulder as he opened the gate and carried her through.
    Jackson did not put her down once they got back into the building.
    At the door to the ladies’ room he stopped and set her down. “When you’re finished, come to the bar and take a seat. Do not speak to anyone, do not look at anyone, and do not get into trouble.”
    “Yes, Sir.”

Chapter 6

    Ten minutes later, Sinclair slipped onto an empty bar stool and folded her hands in her lap. She wasn’t sure what she was allowed to look at, so she stared at the clean, shiny bar. A moment later a bottle of water slid into the center of her view.
    Lifting her gaze, she found herself trapped once again in Jackson’s deep blue eyes. “Thanks,” she said.
    “You okay?” he asked as he twisted the top off.
    When she nodded, he lifted an eyebrow as if to challenge her answer. “I was afraid you might have snuck back out the back door. I was about to come check on you.”
    “Sorry, I was making a list,” Sinclair said as she placed a crumpled napkin on the bar, then smoothed it flat.
    “A list?”
    “Of major topics I wanted to ask you about.”
    “Okay, but I have the option of whether or not to answer.”
    Sinclair huffed a breath. “Now how am I supposed to get to know you if you won’t answer my questions? I’ve always answered your questions,” she pointed out, trying not to sound whiney.
    Jackson’s expression went blank for a moment as he thought about her words. Then he nodded slowly. “You’re right, but if it has the potential to hurt someone else, I will not answer. That’s as good as I can offer.”
    Sinclair nodded. “That’s fine. Thank you, Sir.”

    * * * *

    Two hours later, Jackson felt as if he was walking around emotionally naked. Sinclair proved to be a thoughtful, insightful interrogator. She also proved to be curious about more than just his life. Her questions about life as a fireman and a carpenter, which he admitted was his third job, proved she was curious about everything. Of all her questions, the only ones he refused to answer dealt directly with his ex-wife.
    Finally, he’d had enough. Learning how her mind work turned him on as much as her body. Hell, everything about this woman flipped his switch.
    Leaning over the counter, he looked deep in her eyes and said, “Go find an uncollared male sub with a talented mouth.” Only then did he wonder if she would be able to deal with what he had planned for the rest of the evening or if she’d turn him down and run.
    He watched as Sinclair swallowed hard. She then licked at her lips, her eyes growing wide as she turned over his words.
    When her face flushed a pretty pink, he knew she remembered their last conversation a month ago where they’d discussed playing with another man.
    She surprised him when she didn’t refuse but leaned forward and whispered, “How do I do