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trapped in my chest begging for release, but my gaze never left Lord Fyre’s.
    “Tonight he will make love to you and I want you to embrace that love, fill yourself with it, saturate every pore of your being in that love, enough to carry you through three months of not seeing him, because once I collar you, you will be mine, solely mine, for ninety days. Do you understand?”
    I nodded, not really understanding what he was saying, hearing only that he wanted me to make love to Garrett, hearing that he wanted me to say good-bye to him.
    Emotion caught in my throat, preventing me from speaking.
    He repeated, “Do you understand?”
    “Yes,” I whispered, not able to find my voice.
    “Tomorrow you will meet me at noon beside the swings at the park around the block. Do you know where I’m talking about?”
    I nodded, even my whisper stolen by the power pounding into me from his eyes.
    “Then go to him now.”

    * * * *
I stood for a moment on my porch, watching him drive away in a shiny black Porsche, almost identical to Garrett’s except that Garrett’s Carrera Cabriolet is a convertible, Fyre’s 911 Turbo isn’t. Parked side by side, so alike, so different. I tried not to make comparisons, both men also so alike, so different.
    Finally returning to the house, I entered to find it solemn and felt like I had just missed an argument between Jackie and Garrett. Enough so for me to ask, “Is everything okay?”
    Handing Garrett plates to set the table with, she turned to me with a questioning, raised eyebrow, “We could ask the same of you.”
    “I’m fine.”
    “Sit, Kitten,” Garrett commanded, pulling out a dining room chair. “Dinner’s almost ready, we’ll eat soon.”
    I looked at the food already on the table and my stomach rolled, but I sat.
    “So, we’re not going to discuss this?” Jackie demanded, sitting a wicker bowl filled with warm bread on the table.
    Their gazes met over the table, each glaring at the other. Garrett’s glare said stop. Jackie’s glare meant a whole lot more. I slumped forward, propping my elbows on the table, rudely sliding so that my crossed arms pressed the table and my face pressed into my arms.
    “For God’s sake, talk some sense into her, Garrett! Before it’s too late!”
    “God has nothing to do with this,” I quipped, whispering too softly for either to notice. Exhausted, not Page 10

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    wanting to hear them fight over me, over my decision to go with Lord Fyre, I sucked the flesh of my arm into my mouth and bit down, just to feel the pain, just to make sure that I was awake, not dreaming. I just turned myself over to Lord Fyre. He commanded me here to eat and to make love. To say good-bye.
    “There’s nothing to talk about, Jackie. This doesn’t concern you.”
    “I think she’s making a huge mistake, one she’s going to regret, and mark my words, Garrett, my boy, you will too.”
    I closed my eyes, wishing I could turn off the volume, sinking my teeth in harder, deeper, wanting it to hurt enough so that the pain would be louder than their voices in my head.
    “God, Kitten, stop!” Garrett jerked back on my hair, pulling my teeth from my arm with a loud pop.
    “Jackie, hand me a napkin, Kitten’s bleeding.”
    Looking down, I saw the first red drip of blood falling over my forearm. Perfect dents, welling with blood, forming a perfect circle, and then blood spilled in thin rivers of red. Not a lot of blood, but enough to require attention.
    Funny, I felt drunk, or drugged, when only moments before my heart was racing from the fear of knowing I’d just taken the final step. No turning back. How will I survive three months with Lord Fyre when a moment on the lawn left me so unsettled?
    “And I thought when Lord Fyre kicks her back to your curb in three months you’d have a mess to clean up,” Jackie sniped. “Looks like you have a pretty big mess that needs cleaning up right