Chapter Thirteen
There were so many things she wanted to talk to Jack about – the cottage, bondage, naked in the out-of-doors and the sudden shock of Malcolm on the porch with her in a collar and nearly naked. But all the worrisome questions, fears and matters that seemed so important the day they left, just faded a little more into memory each day that separated her from that weekend. By the time Friday arrived, the cottage seemed like little more than a dream. It had been five days since their hurried departure and in that time there’d been two brief conversations with Jack and no emails. Just as well that they didn’t talk much; Jack was still pissed about the university scandal, and still embroiled in sorting it out. If she learned anything about him from those days without his presenc
