Chapter Fourteen
Rafe felt strangely hollow as he drove away from his best friend's isolated compound. He was well aware that the young woman he had grown dangerously (to his rather narrow self-concept, which didn't allow for a whole lot of vulnerability on the male side of the equation) attached to was that very moment getting a no doubt very s****l orientation to her new circumstance. And if he were to be totally honest, a surprisingly large part of himself felt jealous, as though he and not his mentor and oldest friend should be the one subjecting Nicole to the painful pleasures that were being administered to her lissome naked body. All in the service of addiction recovery, of course, just as Leyla's naked torment had been solely motivated by military necessity...right.
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