Julia

“It’s not just Donovan,” Paula said, Friday morning. “Men are the worst patients.”

Holding my mug of coffee, I grinned. “He’s not that bad. They gave instructions and he’s following them—mostly.” My mind went to the first night we were back. The first time in over a week when we were finally alone—alone with bodyguards down the hall.

The bath.

The food.

The wine.

The vibrator. ...