Relieved beyond belief that no hospitalization or special care would be required, Kim received instruction in removing the IV needle when the bags were exhausted. Her supply of ointments and unguents was approved, more common-sense advice was exchanged and the doctor took his leave finally. By Saturday noon she was actually left alone with the guy she hadn’t really seen since high school, and had been molding into her perfect slave-mate since long before that. It was a moment of quiet, supremely smug triumph.
There had been no parade of a hundred bikers delivering her trained male to her. But Edgar had been thwarted. He’d paid for what he did to Jordan and suffered exactly what he’d planned for Bobby and then some. Meanwhile her heroic guy had arrived here alive, riding a crest of glamour
