Page 80 of Healing the Heart

“Why would Doc be in the women’s locker room, if not for that?” the master dom fired back.

The little blonde took the temperature in the room down a notch when she replied, “To fetch his submissive just like you are, master. I’ll be out in two shakes.”

When she whirled and returned to her dressing room, both men rounded on Fiona.

“How about you tell us what really happened,” the master dom urged.

“You don’t believe your wife, sir?”

“She has a tendency to downplay things she thinks will piss me off,” he replied. “We’re working on that.”

Flaw elimination must be a chapter in the dominant’s handbook.

“Fiona?”

When she looked at Noah, he arched a brow in question.

“Oh, right. Well, it’s like Val said. We ran into another submissive, except she was a lot more than out of sorts. She was rude and aggressive, and I didn’t play even a tiny role in sorting her out. Val was the one who put her in her place.” She looked at Eric. “Your wife’s tongue can be lethal. She’s very impressive.”

“She can be,” he said with a gentle smile.

“She was also upset that she let Naomi get to her.”

“Naomi, eh? Now I understand rude and aggressive. We’ve had trouble with her before.”

“Wasn’t she a favorite of Jordan’s?” Noah asked.

From the way Eric’s blond brows shot toward his hairline, that hadn’t occurred to him. “Now that you mention it, I believe she was.”

“That may be true,” Fiona interjected, “but she seemed quite enamored by and jealous of you, Master Noah. In her eyes, I wasn’t good enough for you.”

“She actually said that to you?” he asked, his temper flaring.

“Not in so many words.”

“What words did she use?”

She glanced down at her hands. “Hurtful ones I’d rather not repeat.”

He took her into his arms. “Ah, kitten, I’m sorry you had to be subjected to that, when our night was going so well.”

“Can’t we turn it around? You mentioned a surprise.”

“I did. And we have hours to erase this ugly scene from your mind.” He glanced at Eric. “You’ll see to Naomi’s behavior, I trust.”

“I will,” he assured him. “She just earned herself a ride on the carousel.”

Val emerged from the locker room, corset done up and looking stunning. Eric welcomed her into their circle with an arm around her shoulders. She’d heard the tail end of their conversation because she imparted some wisdom on her dom.

“Sentencing certain submissives to the carousel isn’t the punishment you think it is, master.”

“Who says?”

Val’s eyes met hers.

“Don’t look at me!” Fiona vehemently exclaimed. “I run from that scary wheel of torture. In fact, I avoid Saturday nights as a general rule.”

Noah chuckled, his good mood gradually returning. Eric hadn’t given up his line of questioning. “Do you have a better suggestion for Naomi? We can’t let this slide.”

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