Page 90 of Receiving His Mercy
“Also, I don’t think anyone is wearing a tiara.”
“Really?” he said, nodding over toward an older guy with the most magnificent curly hair. “What’s he wearing?”
“Well, he’s rocking it,” she said. “I wouldn’t mind meeting him.”
Hopefully he wouldn’t have garlic breath.
“All right, let’s go talk to him,” he said.
Caren glanced up at him, ignoring the way Oliver gestured to her as he spoke to an older couple who were giving one of her photos a sneering glance.
Hard pass on that.
“Why are you here? How are you here?” she asked Travis
He nodded over toward a large man standing beside a tiny, dark-haired girl.
“Jace and Rory,” she said with pleasure. “Oh, you’re Rory’s guests? I was surprised when she said she was coming. I didn’t think she’d actually want to come to New York.”
“None of us did. She made her way up here on her own and surprised us all. Her mother rang Gray in a panic, telling him that she was missing, when it turns out she knew all along that Rory had headed to New York. She just didn’t want Rory to come here.”
“Oh God. Poor Gray and Rory. Rory didn’t tell me any of this when she messaged me that she was coming and could she bring guests. Neither did Lacey.”
“I’m guessing she didn’t want to worry you in the lead up to your big day. Which you never told me about. But then, I thought you were a wedding photographer.”
“Oh, yeah. Probably should have said something.”
“Yes, you should have said something,” he told her quietly. “We’ll be discussing that.”
For some reason a shiver went down her spine at his words. Stupid body. He wasn’t going to do anything but talk to her.
But for some reason her brain immediately conjured up thoughts of him putting her over his lap and spanking her. Or tying her to the bed and driving her to the edge over and over.
Yeah, she had issues.
“So is Rory staying in New York?” she asked.
“For the moment,” he replied as he led her over to the man with the tiara. “She’s working for me.”
“She is? That’s good of you.”
He shrugged. “We’ll see how it goes.”
“I thought this was the last place she’d want to be. It was New York where she was kidnapped, right?”
“Yeah, from my fucking club.”
She squeezed his hand. For a guy like Travis, who took care of the people around him, whether they wanted it or not, that would be hard to take.
“And now she wants to go back there,” he grumbled.
“To Whip It? Is that wise?” she asked, stilling.
“Don’t know. Sounds like a question for a therapist. But if she does, I am putting someone on her ass to follow her around. Probably Jace.”
She glanced over to where Jace was looming over Rory as she stared at one of Caren’s favorite photos. Yeah, he seemed to be rather attached to her.
“But, yeah, don’t know if it’s a good idea or not,” he said with a sigh.
