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cannot wait to tell him that. Yasuji is bakushi .”
    She frowned. Where had she heard that term?
    “He’s Japan’s most renowned kinbaku and shibari rope master. He’s been my instructor since I was eighteen. He’s the sole reason I was selected to train with Master Daichi.”
    “Yasuji is the one who taught you all of your rope tricks?”
    From behind them, Yasuji said, “Only the good ones. The boy has a lot to learn yet.”
    Amery spun around. “I apologize if I’ve offended you by my ignorance of your stature.”
    “I’ll admit it was refreshing to meet you, knowing more about you than you know about me.”
    Of course Ronin had told his teacher all about her.
    For the first time it didn’t bother her that a stranger knew she enjoyed sensual rope play with her husband. She smiled. “Well, I’m a recent rope enthusiast—strictly from the tie-ee’s perspective. I look forward to Ronin practicing the new rope tricks he’s learned from you on me.”
    Ronin muttered, “Jesus.”
    Yasuji laughed. “Yes, Amery-san, you are definitely the woman that’ll keep Master Black on his toes for the next fifty years.”
    “If I could be so lucky to have her beside me for that long.” Ronin wrapped his arm around her, facing her toward his teacher. He introduced her to his sensei in Japanese.
    Master Daichi bowed stiffly.
    After she returned his bow, Amery remembered the Japanese phrase Ronin had taught her that she was honored to meet him.
    Sensei Daichi didn’t seem impressed. Then he motioned Ronin aside.
    Amery watched closely, wondering if Ronin was getting his ass chewed for his wife showing up.
    Yasuji stepped in front of her. “You’re protective of him.”
    “Someone needs to be.”
    “My Rikya used to go head to head with my brother.”
    “Did she win?”
    “Yes. She was a very determined woman. In all things.”
    Her gaze moved to Yasuji. “Was your wife . . . one of your rope models?”
    “She was my only rope model. She did not like my hands on other women.”
    “I’m the same way with Ronin. Did she help you do kinbaku demonstrations?”
    “Yes. Not with much enthusiasm at first, I’m afraid.”
    “I understand that. I still . . .” She hesitated. What if Ronin hadn’t told his teacher that his wife had issues with public bindings? Maybe Ronin would be embarrassed if Yasuji knew he hadn’t done any rope demonstrations for months.
    “I will answer every question I see in your eyes, Amery-san. Please come visit me when Ronin returns to training.”
    “I’d like that.”
    Ronin draped his arm over her shoulder. “Quit trying to talk her into being your rope model, old man. She belongs to me.”
    Yasuji’s gaze dropped to the white scar tissue on Ronin’s arm that was her name in kanji. “I see that. So you’re taking your wife . . . ?”
    “To Iriomote.”
    “So far?”
    “So private,” Ronin said with a grin. “It is week two of our honeymoon.”
    “How far away is it?” Amery asked.
    “Below Okinawa,” Ronin said. “It’s a long haul but Ojisan’s plane is picking us up in Sapporo tonight. We’ll be on the ferry to the island tomorrow morning.”
    “I wish you safe travels.”
    Amery faced Ronin after Yasuji walked away. “We’re leaving tonight? But I’m not packed.”
    “Yes you are. There’s a suitcase on the plane with swimsuits and summer clothes for both of us.”
    “But . . . how do you know my size?”
    “You’re really asking me that with all the times I’ve had my hands on you?”
    “Point taken.”
    “Besides, if I have my way, you won’t be wearing anything at all for the next six days but a suntan.”
    Amery kissed him. “You have the best ideas.”

Chapter Six
    After their idyllic week in the tropics, they’d returned to training camp so Ronin could finish his final session. The last two weeks had flown by and now she was faced with spending an entire week apart from her husband.
    “Baby, you’re killing me here.”
    “I