Chapter Thirty
Chief
Waking up without my man was difficult enough, but to do so and see Brandy sitting on the edge of the bed engulfed in tears was very hard. She told me she was crying because the night before had been everything that she had ever dreamed of. Douglas knew all of her weak spots, all of her pleasure centers, and despite her fears of our rivalry for his attentions none of it had happened. We had both been given warmth and love and now he was gone.
“Gone like a thief in the night,” I said, and she laughed a bit and wiped at her eyes.
We slipped on our lingerie and went to the table where there was a printed note. It told us that our breakfast was warming in the portable oven nearby. While Brandy got our food, I read through the note.
To my ladies, it said. Enclosed a
