if she would still have him. But he decided to put it out there for her to think it through and consider things in that way she had. Fiona was intelligent and quick. She would make the decision, and he would live with her choice. His inner Dom assured him that she would want to be with him, and he had to work hard to manage the anticipation of introducing Fiona to his lifestyle.
Except no one was there when he arrived, and the anticlimactic shock of it blew him away. He hadn’t thought to call first. Fiona’s parents never left their small farm unless it was to go to town for supplies. Their neighbors enlightened him. The Lamberts had finally made that longed-for trip back to the old country, and it may well have been the moon as far as Dave was concerned. It seemed an open-ended trip. He had no way of tracking them and not enough resources to go there even if he thought he could locate them. He returned to Tulsa after writing a message for Fiona and shoving it under the door, not trusting the mailbox out at the end of the lane. He left an identical one at the post office. And then there was nothing more to do but wait. It had been weeks, and he feared she’d chosen not to respond.
He tortured himself with thoughts of Fiona meeting someone over there and deciding to stay. He woke regularly from erotic dreams of her, wearing that lovely little smile she had and nothing else, his sheets damp and his cock aching. And he worked relentlessly at the Club so that Alistair could spend more time with the soon-to-be– mother of his child, Jackie, and Ash. He became expert with the single tail, as Meredith had predicted, but his ability to read subs and help their Doms attune with them gave him the greatest satisfaction even as it underscored his own previous lack.
“Kind of hard to advertise a place like this, buddy. And an exchange program, well, it sounds weird.”
Alistair laughed. “You’d be surprised. There’s any number of people interested in exploring this kind of thing, but I want to be really careful who we let in here. We don’t want looky-loos or reporters. Nope. I know that Kyle and Andrew have made referrals before, and I’ve turned them down because the people weren’t military or cops or at least with that kind of background. We should open the ranks, so to speak. We might be able to teach them a thing or two, although we’ve had our share of drama.”
It was the closest ’Stair had come to ribbing Dave about Fiona. Dave shrugged. It didn’t matter to him what his buddy chose to do. He was now a training Dom and good at it, gaining experience with every scene. He wasn’t interested in subs per se, but in training their Doms to be the best they could be. The occasional sub he worked with was always treated well, given the full experience, but Dave had no sexual interest in them. He didn’t want one. He wanted Fiona, when he let himself admit it. Whatever ’Stair decided was fine with him.
“Andrew invited us for a tour of Unleashed this Friday night. Their club is considerably bigger and has a wide range of members. It should give us an idea if it’s something we want to expand into here and if their members would fit.”
“I don’t think I’ve met Kyle.”
“No, you haven’t. I haven’t seen him in a very long time. He knows Jeff and Devon. Devon helped him retrieve his sub after she ran from him. That was a really bad time in Kyle’s life. He’s probably still a silent partner in Unleashed, but Tabitha doesn’t attend, and so Kyle is unlikely to be there very much either.”
Dave wanted to ask what had happened but bit his tongue. Whatever Kyle had done, Dave had done worse. He’d humiliated and rejected Fiona, and he hadn’t had the opportunity to fix it. Yet. Why hadn’t she at least written him back, even to blow him off? Instead, he contented himself with a nod.
“I’m leaving the girls at home, and your sister isn’t happy with me at all. I was tempted to take Ash just