She waited until midweek to make the request, because a want spoken too soon was a want a careful man turned over twice before granting.
By then, the mark on her throat had closed. The ache was gone, but the place was easy to find whenever she let herself look. She had caught herself searching for it more than once. She needed to stop.
The message she sent through the woman in gray was simple. She wanted to speak with him, though she didn't say why. It was better to let him wonder. A woman who belonged to him wasn't supposed to want anything badly enough to ask for it. Leaving the reason unsaid made the request seem smaller, easier to grant.
He received her in his study, which didn't surprise her. That was the room where he'd learned what she tasted like. Perhaps he thought that gave hi
