Epilogue
Several months later
It was a Saturday morning, and the three of them were lounging around on the plush leather sofas in James and Logan’s suite, catching up on the latest news while munching on nachos. They’d had a late night, having visited a fetish event, and were enjoying a companionable silence, broken only by the sounds of the TV and their crunching.
After another disturbing news report full of hatred and violence, Fiona turned away in disgust. “Well, that’s my cue to get moving, I think. I’m gonna go for a run. Either of you want to come?”
“Hey,” Logan said, catching her wrist and stopping her from getting up. “Wait. Can we, uh, talk to you about something?”
Uh-oh, I’m not sure I like the sound of this.
“Yeah,” she said, taking in the awkwardness they both displayed,
