our younger cops says, I think I’m gonna tap that,” Logan said.
“Good luck,” Mac said with a laugh. “According to Sabrina, she’s sworn off men for life, and she proved it by installing a fucking machine in her basement. She told Sabrina she had a dick and didn’t need one with an asshole attached to it.”
Logan’s eyes widened, and then he laughed. “Well, I’m going to have to investigate that, and if it’s true, I can’t wait to see her use it.”
* * * *
Whenever she went to weddings, Evelyn always felt happy for her friends. But there was a little part of her that was jealous, knowing she would never find someone who would put a ring on her finger, or in the case of what she was witnessing right now, a collar around her neck.
Sabrina glowed as she pledged herself to Mac and then kissed the collar. She held up her hair as he locked it into place.
When he kissed her, the green-eyed monster reared its ugly head in Evelyn’s mind. She tried not to let it show, keeping a smile in place as Korey and Suzanne clapped. Evelyn put down her drink—she’d lost count of how many she’d had—and joined in the applause. The happy couple started to greet their guests, but Evelyn held back. She would wait until later in the evening.
When she started to pick up her glass, she noticed that her hand shook. She didn’t have to drive that night, since she was staying at Suzanne’s house in Denver, but she needed to lay off and eat some more food.
She’d barely taken two steps when someone called her name. She looked up to find Carl—a thin woman hanging on his arm—heading in her direction.
“Oh crap,” she said under her breath. There was no way out of it, since their gazes had locked for a few moments. She’d managed to avoid him for the two hours she’d been there. She just wished she’d been able to avoid the bathroom scene with Logan.
She was shocked that Logan was here and according to Sabrina, a top-notch Dom.
“You could have told me,” she’d said to her friend, “you know, since the two of us live in the same town.”
“I thought you’d sworn off men,” Sabrina had answered.
Evelyn had waved it away. It wouldn’t have mattered if she knew there was a good Dom in town. And then she’d had a drink and another one and another one. For a person who had, maybe, two glasses of wine in a week, the amount of alcohol swimming around in her system was enormous.
Run, run, run, her inner self said as Carl came closer. Instead she took a deep breath, determined to steel herself against whatever he had to say. She’d faced criminals before—those that she wrote about after their arrests or trials, and those who came into the office, determined to keep the story of their arrest out of the newspaper.
If she could stare down a man who’d robbed a grocery store, she could stare down a lawyer who once thought he owned her.
“Carl,” she said as he drew closer. It was hard not to add, you ass, at the end. But she didn’t want to ruin Sabrina’s collaring. She just hoped she could control herself, and the liquor in her body didn’t take over and make her say something she would regret.
“Evie,” he said. “You’re looking well. Lost a few pounds, have you?”
“Well, Carl, your powers of observation do you credit. Do you use those in the courtroom, or are you still on a losing streak?”
The glare he sent her made her smile. “Someone needs to teach you some manners. I’ve always said that.”
“Carl, I’d like to stay and discuss that idea with you, but you’re making my skin crawl,” she said. She started to move off, but he grabbed her arm.
“I’m talking to you.”
“Let go of me, Carl.”
“Address me properly.”
“Crappy Carl? Cranky Carl?” She leaned a little closer. “Clown Carl? All you need is a red nose and some face paint. Maybe you can get a job in a circus and get the hell away from Denver.”
The grip on her arm tightened, and she tried to pull
“Good luck,” Mac said with a laugh. “According to Sabrina, she’s sworn off men for life, and she proved it by installing a fucking machine in her basement. She told Sabrina she had a dick and didn’t need one with an asshole attached to it.”
Logan’s eyes widened, and then he laughed. “Well, I’m going to have to investigate that, and if it’s true, I can’t wait to see her use it.”
* * * *
Whenever she went to weddings, Evelyn always felt happy for her friends. But there was a little part of her that was jealous, knowing she would never find someone who would put a ring on her finger, or in the case of what she was witnessing right now, a collar around her neck.
Sabrina glowed as she pledged herself to Mac and then kissed the collar. She held up her hair as he locked it into place.
When he kissed her, the green-eyed monster reared its ugly head in Evelyn’s mind. She tried not to let it show, keeping a smile in place as Korey and Suzanne clapped. Evelyn put down her drink—she’d lost count of how many she’d had—and joined in the applause. The happy couple started to greet their guests, but Evelyn held back. She would wait until later in the evening.
When she started to pick up her glass, she noticed that her hand shook. She didn’t have to drive that night, since she was staying at Suzanne’s house in Denver, but she needed to lay off and eat some more food.
She’d barely taken two steps when someone called her name. She looked up to find Carl—a thin woman hanging on his arm—heading in her direction.
“Oh crap,” she said under her breath. There was no way out of it, since their gazes had locked for a few moments. She’d managed to avoid him for the two hours she’d been there. She just wished she’d been able to avoid the bathroom scene with Logan.
She was shocked that Logan was here and according to Sabrina, a top-notch Dom.
“You could have told me,” she’d said to her friend, “you know, since the two of us live in the same town.”
“I thought you’d sworn off men,” Sabrina had answered.
Evelyn had waved it away. It wouldn’t have mattered if she knew there was a good Dom in town. And then she’d had a drink and another one and another one. For a person who had, maybe, two glasses of wine in a week, the amount of alcohol swimming around in her system was enormous.
Run, run, run, her inner self said as Carl came closer. Instead she took a deep breath, determined to steel herself against whatever he had to say. She’d faced criminals before—those that she wrote about after their arrests or trials, and those who came into the office, determined to keep the story of their arrest out of the newspaper.
If she could stare down a man who’d robbed a grocery store, she could stare down a lawyer who once thought he owned her.
“Carl,” she said as he drew closer. It was hard not to add, you ass, at the end. But she didn’t want to ruin Sabrina’s collaring. She just hoped she could control herself, and the liquor in her body didn’t take over and make her say something she would regret.
“Evie,” he said. “You’re looking well. Lost a few pounds, have you?”
“Well, Carl, your powers of observation do you credit. Do you use those in the courtroom, or are you still on a losing streak?”
The glare he sent her made her smile. “Someone needs to teach you some manners. I’ve always said that.”
“Carl, I’d like to stay and discuss that idea with you, but you’re making my skin crawl,” she said. She started to move off, but he grabbed her arm.
“I’m talking to you.”
“Let go of me, Carl.”
“Address me properly.”
“Crappy Carl? Cranky Carl?” She leaned a little closer. “Clown Carl? All you need is a red nose and some face paint. Maybe you can get a job in a circus and get the hell away from Denver.”
The grip on her arm tightened, and she tried to pull