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says, "Let's leave Mark and Evangeline for a moment. They need to catch up."
    "Evangel…" Mom trails off, confused. "You know each other?" Her question goes unanswered as she disappears from the kitchen with Tess and Abby.
    I tense up, despising being left in the dark, and shoot Evangeline a stare that's hard enough to make her fidget and shrink. No longer wearing fetish clothes in latex, but dressed modestly in black pants and a form-fitting soft pink cardigan. Submissive and lovely as ever. Apparently also dishonest. Hard limit of mine.
    "Speak, Evangeline," I grit out quietly.
    Her eyes well up rapidly. "I'm so sorry." Voice almost breaking, she takes a breath and bites down on her quivering lip. "I really am, Sir—um, Mark." My name on her lips sounds weird but not unwelcome. "I wish I, or we, had an excuse, but there isn't one. I was gonna tell you last night, but I chickened out."
    I r aise a brow, hands on my hips. "You were going to tell me what, exactly?" Anger continues to boil up inside me.
    "That I knew who you were before…" Before last night, Sir. Before you flogged me. Before you restrained my legs and spread them for Brayden's cock.
    My jaw ticks and I fight the urge to growl like some savage animal. The sounds of Abby's laughter and family members talking about whatever filters through, reminding me that this isn't the time or place for… for what? Shouting at Evangeline for omitting the truth? For taking her over my knees and turning her ass red? For having a sub at my brother's house?
    All of the above.
    "Tess," I say flatly, nodding once to myself, and look down for a moment. Evangeline must've heard of me through Tess. I've never made my lifestyle a secret because I'm not ashamed of it. My family knows. And my brothers tolerated it when I was married to Alexa. Maybe because she could play both parts—mainly the part of a Stepford wife, which mattered to them. They never saw her as a woman I'd whip or gag occasionally. They saw pristine, blonde, perfect. But, regardless, the only ones who accept it now are my parents—given their own alternative lifestyle, it'd be strange if they didn’t—and Tess.
    "Yeah. Tess, um, she recommended the club." Evangeline sounds closer now, so I look up and there she is. Right in front of me, looking vulnerable, remorseful, and guilt-ridden. "I accidentally let it slip one day that my boyfriend and I were looking for, ah…" A blush spreads over her cheeks. "Something different, something else—that’s more for us." I assume Tess and Evangeline know each other from before a simple babysitting gig, then. Though, at first glance I have to wonder what they could possibly have in common. "We met at our book club." Book club. Got it. One might wonder how they go from discussing books to BDSM, though. But what the hell do I know? "And she told me about you—that you work at Switch, and that you're a Dom."
    I find that hard to believe. "If you're telling me Tess sent you and Brayden to me, I'm not buying it." Tess can be casual and free-spirited, but not to the point where she'd send an acquaintance or whatever to be topped by her brother-in-law.
    "Oh! No. No, no." She shakes her head. "Tess just recommended the club. She said that since you work there, it had to be good. A trustworthy place. So, Brayden and I went last night—as you know," she chuckles nervously and wrings her hands awkwardly. "But, I mean, we didn’t seek you out." I can tell that my even thinking that would cause Evangeline stress. There's a tremor of need in her voice. Need to be believed. "After we filled out the form—the one for first-timers?"
    I nod in acknowledgement. It's required for everyone who hasn't been to Switch before to read through the club restrictions and so on. Then you're in the database for a year—before you have to go through it again, unless you're a member.
    "Yeah, so, after that, we looked around for a bit and…" A small shrug and a scrunch of her nose. Cute . "We