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cheek. When he
coaxed her face up to his, she was surprised to see an extraordinary amount of
tenderness in his eyes.
    “What’s makes me your friend, Myrna?”
    She searched his face, confused. “I…you...” She
frantically searched for a response which would please him.
    “Stop over-thinking it.” His thumb brushed over her
lower lip. “Just tell me what makes me your friend.”
    A hesitant smile crossed her face. “You care about
me.”
    He gave her a warm smile. “That’s right. I care about
you. Isn’t that the most important thing between a Dom and his sub?”
    Her eyes narrowed. “Grant told me it was submission.”
    He shook his head. “Sounds like something he would
say. He was wrong. Without caring, there can be no trust, and without trust
there can be no submission. You have to have caring or you’ll never have true
submission.” He pressed a gentle kiss on her lips. Raising his head he brushed
a tear away. “That’s what I want from you, Myrna. When I become your Master,
sweetheart, the friendship we have will develop into something more infinite
and lasting.” He gave her a rueful smile when she started to pull away from
her. She was sure the fear she felt was obvious to him. “But I’m getting ahead
of myself again. I can wait a little bit longer. Not much, mind you…but I’ll
warn you before I pounce.”
    Her fear which gripped her slipped away once more as
her humor was tickled – her friend was back.
    “Now tell me what happened last night after you left
the club while we finish our meal.” He leaned back in his chair before reaching
for his spoon.
    Giving a soft sigh, she spilled everything to him as
they ate. Well almost everything. She refused to think about the phone call
from Grant, so she never mentioned it to Amery. Her reasoning was sound to her
own mind. She wasn’t going to see him, so it didn’t matter that he called. As
soon as her finances were in order again, she was divorcing his cheating ass.
Aside from that, Amery had once threatened to kill the other man if he as much
as tried to breath the same air as Myrna again. The last thing she wanted was
Amery in jail – even if most people – including herself would consider it
justifiable homicide.
    * * * *
    After their dinner, Amery led Myrna into her living
room. After seeing her settled once more into the overstuffed chair he’d found
her in earlier, he knelt in front of the hearth and stroked up the embers.
After adding several small pieces of wood to the fire and watching them catch,
he straightened. His gaze landed on the trio of pictures Myrna had proudly
displayed on the mahogany mantle
     A silver framed picture of Caelan sat in the center
and was flanked by a picture of a young Olivia and another of Olivia and Caelan
together. Her family, he thought as a pang of longing struck at him. His
parents were gone and he’d been an only child. There had been no siblings,
nieces or nephews for him to dote on. And after a severe case of the mumps hit
him when he was sixteen, there had been no chance of him ever having a family
of his own. The idea that Grant had thrown Myrna away because she couldn’t have
any more kids after Caelan infuriated him. The arsehole evidently didn’t
realize what a treasure he’d had in Myrna or in his son. The man was a gold
plated idiotic fool. He should’ve been happy with what he had. Instead he
chased his dream of his great family dynasty. According to Caelan, at last
count, Grant Doherty had nine children by eight different women. Some dynasty.
    Dusting his hands off, he settled into the chair
adjacent to Myrna’s. He murmured his thanks when she handed him a cup of the
Irish coffee sans Bailey’s. The creamy taste of the half-cream laced coffee
tasted wonderful after the sharp bite of the Guinness he’d consumed with
dinner. Cradling the warm cup in his palms he took a second generous sip before
setting it down on the table between him and Myrna.
    “So, I contacted the bank