Chapter Fourteen
Jocelyn and Ian left Germany the day after she was whipped. He woke her in a stew about four o’clock that afternoon. In the midst of throwing clothes in a suitcase, he looked at her dumbfound face with an expression of easy mirth. He seemed less dangerous than he’d appeared in days. She was happy for that. But she wasn’t ready for another swift exit.
“Couldn’t it wait?”
“No, darling,” he said without getting upset. He was simply determined and would not be changing his mind. “I’d think you’ve had enough of Germany.”
“You mean after last night?”
He almost looked as if he didn’t know what she meant. But then he smiled with the devastating one that perpetually seduced her. “No, I just think it’s getting too, oh, you know, tedious here.”
Jocelyn could say a lot about he
