Her fingers trailed over the faint red mark on her wrist, memories stirring of the passion they’d shared the night before, how with Jack’s touch what had happened with Michael felt like a distant memory. It seemed such a contradiction, but she’d never felt safer than with this man, who’d used something to tie her up and make her come. The shower had only been a precursor to the rest of the night. He’d made love to her again in the tangled satin of his sheets. More than simple lust in each kiss, each caress. Did she believe he loved her? Gillian wasn’t too sure she could trust her own heart with the reality. Maybe he did, maybe not, but she knew she loved him.
“Mm, good morning.” Jack’s sleepy whisper in her ear drew a smile.
“Morning.”
“You sleep okay?”
“Yep.”
“You look awful pensive for someone who had a good sleep.”
“Just thinking of things.” Gillian ducked her head to hide the blush scalding her cheeks. “I’m covered in bruises and bumps, scratches galore, and by rights should have freaked out when you tied me up. But I…”
“You what?”
“I’m not scared with you. I know you’re safe.” She laughed and shook her head. “That’s a rather odd way to look at it, but when you touch me I don’t think of pain. Probably doesn’t make any sense.”
“Makes a lot of sense to me.” Jack pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “It’s the way it should be. Now, you sure you’re okay? Did you get enough sleep?”
“Yes, I’m fine.” Turning in his arms she stared at him. “Multiple orgasms are tiring, you know.”
“Yes, they are. But they’re a lot of fun as well. I suppose we should get dressed. We’re going to have to go down to the detachment and make a statement about that prick’s actions. Then I’ll have to get someone to help fix the front door completely.”
“I am sorry about that.” Gillian patted his bare chest. “I didn’t—”
“Hey, you didn’t break the door.” Jack pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Now, you going to make coffee or should we stop at Tim’s and get some?”
“I wouldn’t mind Timmy’s coffee. So I guess that means we need to get dressed.” Gillian trailed a finger down his chest, following the narrow line of hair to the waistband of his briefs.
“Bad, bad girl,” Jack groused, pushing her into the cupboard. “I say we skip dressing, feast on each other, and call in to tell Rick he can come to us for the statement.”
Gillian laughed, her arms curling around his neck. “You think so, do you?”
“Ooh yeah. Woman as sexy as you makes my mouth water and my blood thicken.” She shivered as his fingers danced up her ribs and back down. His hands pulled her against him. Her hips wiggled at the feeling of his semi-hard dick. “Course, that ain’t the only thing you do to me.”
She lifted an eyebrow and stared at him at the peel of the doorbell. A moment later a familiar voice pulled them apart. “Hey, you two up?”
“One of us is,” Jack complained before he hurried down the hall in search of clothes.
“Good morning, Sally.”
“Morning, you watch the news yet?”
“Um, no, just got up actually.” Gillian adjusted her robe, a faint blush heating her cheeks.
“Well, you should watch it. Seems last night about dinner time there was an arrest made you might be interested in.” Sally turned on the television to the morning news before settling on the arm of the couch.
“In other news, last night RCMP arrested Barbara Krutz in connection with an investigation into the embezzlement of funds from a secured account. Details have not been released, but the local detachment said they are still pursuing other charges and the investigation is ongoing.”
“Oh my.” Gillian sank into a chair. “I didn’t know it would be so quick. They only came to me a few weeks ago.”
“Obviously they’ve been investigating it a lot longer than we thought.” Jack walked into the room, buckling his belt. “Means they’re probably close to resolving it and you won’t have to worry anymore.”
“Except for the trial.” Gillian glanced at him over her shoulder. “I don’t think I can handle it. What if I have to testify, Jack? I didn’t even know about the money.”
“Hey, don’t worry about it. You can do it with your eyes closed. No matter what, I’m going to be right there with you.” He offered her a quick grin. “Now, since we’re going to Tim Horton’s for coffee, I suggest you get dressed.”
* * * *
Her hand held tightly in Jack’s, Gillian followed him inside the nondescript building. Several black plastic chairs lined one wall, above them pictures of various uniformed officers hung. Ceiling-high glass enclosed a small lobby. Silver poles with a rope strung through them led to a wide, wooden desk where a woman in a pale pink sweater and slacks stood. Behind her, a large poster with the constitution hung. A clock next to it marked the time.
“Good afternoon, bonjour. How can I help you today?”
“Hi, um, we’re here to see Constable Feller. He asked us to come in today to—”
“Oh yes.” The woman smiled quickly. “Miss Hilliard, right?”
“Yes.”
“Please come this way.” A tiny buzz sounded before the door next to the counter clicked. It swung inward and Gillian walked through, clinging tight to Jack’s hand. Nerves fluttered and beat against her stomach as she followed the receptionist through the carpet-lined corridor to another door.
She paused at a plain wooden door, knocked twice, and opened it with a smile. “Go on in.”
Stepping past her, the heat
