Chapter Nine
For the next two weeks, Ross Turcot played second fiddle to Alec. I still wasn’t all that comfortable calling him husband. Master was easier. Owner for certain—that was my name of choice. I lived with him at the beach house, stopping home just once to get clothes enough for work. I loved wearing his T-shirts and shorts, but they were hardly appropriate for the corporate world.
I lived my daydreams daily, going to work, coming home to serve the man who’d rescued me from fear, from foolishness and sin—sin because that’s how I felt about my last drunken mistake. I try to live with few regrets, but this last fiasco weighed heavily. The more I remembered about that long night and day, the more I grieved for myself. Not for the s*x, Alec helped me through that, but the way I let m
