Chapter Sixteen
At five-thirty on the dot, Clair bustled through the kitchen to join me. I had heard her calling out that she was home and my reply told her where I was. She smiled as she stepped out onto the patio and made as though she was going to sit down! Like hell, I thought. My inquisitive nature had been tweaked by Lesley’s departure and her taking both of our slaves with her. I had questions that I wanted answers to and Clair was going to supply them, I hoped. I clicked my fingers at her, indicating that she was not to sit, then pointing to a place on the slabbing next to my chair, I summoned her to attention.
“Where the hell have you been and what have you been doing?” I demanded putting on my best listen and obey voice. She bit at her lip looking confused, her dilemma obvious.
