Page 60 of Healing the Heart

“Sure, Cap. And I’ll run those reports you requested.”

He nodded. “If you’ll excuse me, I have a wife and three little ones to corral and get to the airport in time for a 3 p.m. flight.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Keiran offered.

At the door, the man called Cap turned and skewered Noah with his intense gaze. “Doc. I’m still waiting to see you in San Antonio. Everyone else has come for a visit to see where it all started. We don’t have a carousel, but we’ve expanded. We put ina garden for outside games and a playground for those who are of the daddy dom persuasion. And, at our members’ insistence, we added six more theme rooms, which brings us to twenty-four. Double what you have here.”

“I’m on that, Cap,” Eric clarified. “I’m just waiting for a third bid from a contractor.”

“That’s good news. When the waiting list for a private room reaches three months, the natives get restless. Believe me, I know.” His eyes returned to her. “Bring your sub when you visit,” he directed. “She and Megan would get along nicely, I believe. And you must see Elena perform. Aside from the dungeon, it will be the highlight of your trip.”

“I’ll try to work it into my schedule before summer hits,” Noah replied.

“Good idea. When the triple-digit heat of July and August descends upon us, our outside venues will be deserted.” He raised his hand and said, “Until next time, men,” then his long stride took him quickly out the door.

“Who was that?” Fiona asked as soon as it shut behind him.

“Tony Rossi,” several of the men replied at once.

“As in Rossi Security?”

“One and the same,” Noah explained. “He’s the CEO and founder.”

“He’s very...”

“Intimidating?” Val supplied. “Don’t let Cap fool you. He’s a sweetheart.”

This spawned guffaws around the room. “You’ve never served or run ops under him,” someone disagreed.

Tristan simply shook his head in disgust.

Val brushed off their commentary with a flick of her hand. “You should see his wife. She’s shorter than I am. They’re stunning together, too. She’s a blue-eyed blonde and Tony, as you saw, is tall, dark, dominant, and hot!”

“I’m sitting right here,” her husband drawled.

“I was going to say that Cap and Megan are the Texas version of you and me, master.”

That seemed to satisfy the master dom, but Val’s eyes twinkled with mischief when they met hers.

While Cap and Val’s Viking dom were dominance and hotness personified, she preferred less in-your-face authority and quiet confidence. With Noah’s equally impressive physique, and incredible blue eyes, the hotness factor went without saying.

But something wasn’t adding up. “I’m confused. If that was Cap, who’s Tony?”

“One and the same,” several of them intoned at once.

Noah enlightened her. “Tony Rossi was an ODU commander in the special forces. Many of the men who work for him in San Antonio served under him. Most everyone calls him Cap.”

“Another nickname,” she muttered, rubbing her temples as a headache threatened. “I’ve really gotta get a scorecard.”

Griff, with his laptop under his arm, was on his way out the door.

“I take it the meeting is over,” Eric asked his back.

“I’ve got calls to make,” he exclaimed as he walked away.

“Jonas will figure this out, sweetheart,” Samson reassured her. “No insult to our own tech expert, but I’ve never known one better.”

“Are you referring to Jonas Mitchell?”

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