CHAPTER THREE
After what seemed like hours had passed, but was, in reality, minutes, both Bobbi and Hank regained enough strength to dress themselves. Without being told, Hank went and somehow managed to clean out the Rogar garage.
She should have felt a pang of guilt, but Bobbi didn't. True, it wasn't her husband's fault he was so generously constructed, but by the same token it wasn't her fault she was incapable of containing him without suffering the agonies of the damned. She had no doubt almost any other woman would have adjusted to his broadsword, after awhile. Her body seemed incapable of doing so. What Hank had given her, she had accepted after eighteen years of trying to adjust. It wasn't as if she'd made a hasty decision.
The big problem now was, she wanted more of this! She w
