Jack's body waited for the usual hand on his shoulder, the whispered request, the change in weight beside him. It didn't come. Eventually, the shower heat and the exhaustion and the mattress conspired to drag him under.
He woke to the smell of bacon.
For a disorienting moment, he thought he was back in some client's penthouse, the breakfast spread part of the "indulge yourself, baby" routine. Then he registered the absence of handcuffs, toys, noise. The room was bright with morning light. Evalyne stood by the window, phone to her ear, robe replaced by a neat blouse and tailored slacks.
"Yes," she was saying. "We will be back in the city by noon. Move the meeting to three. Tell Marcus I want him at the office at two. No, this cannot be a Zoom call."
Her voice was sharp, clipped. Busines
