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smile.
    “Perhaps I am.”
    “Ouch.”
    He grinned, taking the sting out of his words. “If you need anything, feel free to telephone us here.”
    She nodded. “Thank you, Sir.”
    Master Michael was waiting for her inside the patio doors. He had her purse in hand. Oddly, it didn’t detract from his masculinity.
    “I had your car brought around.”
    She accepted the small handbag. “Thank you.”
    He captured her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Unless you’ve changed your mind?”
    “You don’t scare me,” she said, meeting his gaze. His eyes were a deep, dark green, as unreadable as they were inviting.
    “Maybe I should,” he said.
    The pseudo-threat sent a jolt of adrenaline through her. While he kept her gaze and chin imprisoned, he swept a fingertip across her jawbone. “I’ll follow you,” she said, feigning a calm that had suddenly deserted her. As Master Damien had pointed out, she didn’t go home with men, and Master Michael was nothing like other Doms she played with. But his complexity intrigued her. She’d known him only a short time yet she’d already figured out he was as demanding emotionally as he was physically. The physical part excited her. The emotional one…? That she could do without.
    “Shall we?” he asked.
    She nodded.
    He slowly released his hold then placed his fingers against the small of her back and guided her towards the front of the home. An attendant, nattily dressed as if he were a doorman at a New York City hotel—minus a shirt—wished them a good evening.
    That he drove a new but dusty, oversized pickup truck didn’t surprise her. The jeans, cowboy hat and worn leather boots were obviously not just for effect.
    She followed him out of the secluded area where the Den was nestled, and they turned left onto Highway 34, heading north. There were distant peaks, seemingly endless miles of high mountain prairie, but very few headlights from oncoming cars. It was as if they had the world to themselves.
    Rather than getting nervous, the kind of anticipation that came from the unknown raced through her. She cranked up the stereo, blasting dance music throughout the passenger compartment of her decade-old small sports utility vehicle.
    She kept his tail lights in sight, and she appreciated that he drove a bit over the speed limit. About half an hour later, they left the tarmac behind. A large pothole in a bumpy dirt road almost jarred the wheel from her hands.
    This definitely hadn’t been what she’d planned when she had shimmied into the leather dress several hours ago. In fact, out here, the dress and shoes seemed ridiculous.
    They bypassed a number of turn-offs and she had to drop back in order to not get blasted by the dirt spewing behind his tyres.
    A few minutes later, he followed a fork to the right. She was starting to wonder if it was a road to nowhere when he braked to a stop in front of a fence. It was buttressed by massive, rough-hewn wooden poles that soared at least twenty feet in the air. A beam spanned the overhead distance, and a metal sign hung from chains. A large raptor with talons extended was emblazoned on the left side, next to the words Eagle’s Bend Ranch.
    With his hat still firmly in place, the lord and master of the place unlocked the gate before walking back to her vehicle. She rolled down the window.
    “Welcome,” he said. “Follow me through the gate. I’ll close it behind us.” He placed his hands on the door and leaned in.
    Damn, he smelt good—of rugged, open space.
    “Scared yet?”
    “Not a chance.”
    He grinned then. “That’s my girl.”
    The easy familiarity took her by surprise. No one had called her anything like that. Nasty sex words, yes. Syrupy, sugary, hoping-to-get-you-to-bed words like honey and baby, yes. But something that innocuous? Definitely not. It didn’t fit her. So why the hell was she smiling back at him?
    Without another word, he turned away. She watched as he climbed back into the truck then drove