Chapter 23 - Cora
When Cora got home, she carefully eased herself out of her dress, wincing and hissing as it dragged across the welts from the whip. Once she was completely undressed, she walked to the bathroom and picked up a tube of ointment Gage had given her. She sat on the edge of the tub, gingerly brushing the medicated gel onto her wounds with her fingertip.
Just as she was finishing up, her phone rang. Once again, she cursed herself for not checking it when she got home. These evenings with Gage—and her conflicted feelings about them once they were over—were distracting her.
She ran into the living room, checked the phone's caller ID, and saw Don's number.
“s**t,” she muttered, pacing around the room nervously. “s**t, s**t, shit.” She knew he'd probably called while she was ou
