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it’s over first”—he forestalled that question quickly—“you can slope off to bed—if that’s okay?”
    Why did her answer seem so important? More than the question did?
    Thank goodness it seemed there were no airs and graces or stupid missish-ness about Finn. She didn’t hesitate.
    “Of course it is and I will. Mind you, don’t for one minute think you’ll do anything involving my work and not involve me. Gah, that sounds complicated but it isn’t. My job, my involvement. End of.”
    Coll shrugged. “Not up to me, kitten. Argue with your bosses.”
    “Oh, I will. Now, tomorrow is my day off so you needn’t worry about getting up at four a.m. to bring me back to get ready for work.” She rolled her eyes. “And making the coffee because I tell you now that is not one of my skills, and I’m pants without at least three cups. Luckily I’m used to my version of coffee, but I always prefer someone else’s.”
    He raised one eyebrow in mock horror, and she spread her hands wide.
    “I always get someone else to do it if I can. My skills are in other directions.” She paused. “Such as cups of tea, omelettes, and”—her grin was pure sin—“golf.”
    Golf. What about in bed? That thought Coll kept to himself. He tutted instead.
    “You can’t make coffee. Woman, that’s awful. It should be the first thing anyone learns once they’re weaned. It’s a necessity. Subbie 101, how to make good coffee for your Sir. It’s no good, the marriage is off.”
    She giggled again. “Whew, lucky escape, eh?”
    He shook his head. “Actually, no, I’ll bloody teach you. Or make our coffee myself.”
    “Our coffee?”
    “Of course, I’d not make it just for myself.”
    She gave him a shaken look, went red, passed the kitten to him and left the room.
    “Life,” Coll said to the unconcerned animal, “is about to get interesting.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Half an hour later, they were back at Diomhair, Depp in his basket fast asleep, coffee made—by Coll—on the table and the fire in the lounge banked up. The rain had stopped at last but the temperature was a good ten degrees lower than it should be for the time of the year.
    Coll passed a plate of warm scones to Finn and sat down next to her. He watched, amused as she let her fingers hover over them until she selected one, which to him looked no different to any other.
    “What?” She’d obviously caught him watching her.
    “Why that one?”
    “Ah…well, now you’re asking for my deep, dark secrets. Dare I share them?”
    He inclined his head. “Kitten, before long I’ll know everything about you, right down to your knicker size and who you sat next to in primary one.”
    Her eyes widened. “Really? Says who and why?”
    “Me and because as your Dom, it’s my duty to know everything about you.” God almighty, what a load of shite. Everything relevant, yes, but who she sat next to at school? Listen to yourself, Cummins. Up your own arse is an understatement.
    “Rubbish. But hey, wonder no more. I looked for the most currants, size twelve and Aimee Duncan. Anyway you’re not my Dom, so it’s irrelevant.” Finn finished speaking in a rush and stared at him over the top of her cup as she sipped her coffee. “God, this coffee is pure nectar.” Depp meowed, jumped, leaped onto Finn’s lap, turned around, settled down and began to purr. Finn stroked him in an absent manner as she continued to look at Coll.
    From where Coll sat, he could see the soft sheen of perspiration that slicked over her skin, and the way her breathing had sped up. She might deny it, but she was more than interested. His cock decided it needed zip marks up its length as her interest registered and he willed it to soften and not worry her.
    “Would you like me to be?” he asked in a voice known to his friends as ‘gentle the sub’. “Be your Dom. Show you what you want and need?”
    The only noise in the room was the soft purr of Depp, and the occasional splutter of the coals