Chapter 12
“Whatever you say, Mr. Prescott” was a phrase Josie became very familiar with over the course of the week, during which they fell into a comfortable but intense routine of amazing s*x, followed by meals that definitely weren’t on Beau’s diet plan.
She whipped up as many of his old favorites as she could, given the challenge of having to use whatever ingredients were in the house. But eventually she told Beau that she had to go to the grocery store.
“Does that involve you leaving the house?” he asked when she introduced the subject over a breakfast of grits smothered in butter, cream, and cheese on Wednesday morning.
“You know it does,” she answered, fingering the lace trim on the black satin nightie she was wearing. She’d overnighted it to herself a couple of days ago, think
