After what seemed like hours later, but was actually only half an hour, Laramie led me away from Chuck’s place and walked us to his home. I barely took note of the interior, but planned to explore it at a more opportune moment. Right now, I wanted to be reunited with the man I’d thought lost to me forever.
With a laugh and a grunt, Laramie picked me up and carried me up the circular staircase.
“Put me down, you dolt. I’m not that light.”
“You weigh less than a feather, princess.”
I would have objected to that, but I dutifully submitted to being treated like precious cargo.
Barely puffing at all—God bless his workout regimen—Laramie carried me to a room that was spacious and inviting. He laid me gently on the bed.
He started removing his clothing and announced, “Unless you want me to
