The Collar
Page 36
When only Daniel and Nathaniel remained, he addressed them. “I need some help, guys.”
Something in his tone of voice must have startled the two men, because they both had concerned expressions on their faces when they looked at him.
“What’s up?” Daniel asked.
Jeff decided he should start at the beginning. “A lot of things. I had a call from Colorado today.”
“Your dad?” Daniel asked.
“His nurse, actually.”
“Nurse?” Nathaniel’s forehead wrinkled. “What’s that about?”
The call had caught him off guard. Even now, hours later, it was painful to think about, much less bring up in conversation.
“Dad’s not retiring. He’s dying.”
Nathaniel placed a hand on his shoulder. Daniel looked like he’d been punched in the gut.
“Prostate cancer,” Jeff continued. “Terminal.”
“I’m so sorry,” Daniel whispered.
“What can we do?” Nathaniel asked.
Jeff took a deep breath. “I’m going to have to go to Colorado, which is a problem because I haven’t been able to find the person threatening Dena.”
“Nothing?” Daniel rubbed his temple and didn’t wait for an answer. “Obviously she can’t stay by herself. I would tell you she could stay here in the guesthouse, but Cole’s due back next week.”
“She can stay with us,” Nathaniel said. “She’s welcome in New York, and the estate is safe.”
“I appreciate the offer,” Jeff said. “But you have kids. I wouldn’t want to put them in danger.”
“You won’t be putting anyone in danger,” Nathaniel assured him. “The grounds are gated, and there’s a security system in place. I don’t anticipate any trouble, but I will tell you that if it comes, I’m calling the police.”
Jeff nodded. “I understand, and thank you. I’ll talk to Dena tonight.”
“You haven’t had any luck figuring out who’s been threatening her?” Daniel asked.
“No. I had her pull together a list of people she’s prosecuted, but that was a dead end.” Jeff got angry every time he thought about someone harming her. Who could imagine hurting Dena? She had dedicated her life to serving others. “Unfortunately, now I have to look into who might be using her as a way to threaten her father, and that’s not as straightforward.”
“It goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway.” Daniel glanced at his phone and sent a quick text. “If you or Dena need anything, let me and Julie know.”
He was a fortunate man to have such good friends, Jeff thought later, driving to his house. Other than Dena staying in New York with the Wests, there wasn’t much else either of the two men could do, though. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. It was such a bad time to leave the city.
He needed to call his partner, Tom, and fill him in on the investigating he’d done on Dena’s case. As much as he would like to handle it personally, he had no idea how much time he’d have to devote to the case once he arrived in Colorado. He needed someone he could trust working on it while he stayed with his dad.
And while he stayed with his dad, Dena would be with Nathaniel and Abby. The case she’d been working on had pleaded out, which meant there was no reason she couldn’t work remotely. He thought about asking her to come with him to Colorado but decided she probably couldn’t be that far away from work. He wasn’t looking forward to having that conversation with her. She would not be happy about moving in with the couple.
She’d kept mostly to herself for the last two weeks, working in the evenings at his desk. Not once had she complained about his overbearing manner. After the flogging scene a few weeks ago, he’d thought she might want to play more, but so far she’d given no indication that she was interested.
He pulled into his driveway and scratched Bo’s ear when the large dog trotted up to him. He needed to find someone to feed them while he was gone.
Tom was on the front porch, sitting on one of the weather-worn Adirondack chairs Dena had insisted on buying years ago.
“Thanks for staying,” Jeff told Tom. “I feel much better knowing she isn’t alone.”
“It’s no problem. Noting to report. She came home from work and has been inside ever since. No sign of anyone here.”
“Fucker knows better than to come on my property.” But that was okay. It was only a matter of time before his luck ran out and Jeff caught him.
“I’m going to head home now if you don’t need me anymore,” Tom said.
“I have it covered. Thanks again.”
He waited until the taillights of Tom’s car disappeared into the night before unlocking the house and stepping inside. He looked for Dena at the small desk in the corner, but she wasn’t there. He glanced at his watch. Seven. Usually at that time of day, she’d be nose deep in the next day’s work.
Maybe she was in the bathroom. That would give him a few more minutes before he had to tell her she’d be packing for New York while he headed to Colorado. He walked toward his bedroom, planning to change, when he noticed the door was half-closed and the light was on.
Was Dena in his room? Why? Snooping through his socks?
He pushed the door open with a grin, but stood frozen at the sight that greeted him.
Dena was naked and kneeling on his floor.
Images of days long since past ran through his head. The numerous times she had knelt for him, the evenings he’d come home from work to find her waiting exactly like she was now. Seeing her in the same position nearly knocked the breath out of him.
“Dena,” he whispered, and she flinched.
“I had a rough day in court, Sir.”
So that’s what it was. He shouldn’t be surprised. She’d requested play sessions after bad days before. It was only that seeing her in his bedroom, waiting. He’d thought …
It didn’t matter what he’d thought. She needed him to take control, to use her, and to allow her the escape and release necessary to ease her physically and mentally. He could do that. He would give that to her.
One last time before he left.
“I’ll take you to the playroom,” he said. “But I still won’t fuck you.”
“I understand, Sir.”
Something in his tone of voice must have startled the two men, because they both had concerned expressions on their faces when they looked at him.
“What’s up?” Daniel asked.
Jeff decided he should start at the beginning. “A lot of things. I had a call from Colorado today.”
“Your dad?” Daniel asked.
“His nurse, actually.”
“Nurse?” Nathaniel’s forehead wrinkled. “What’s that about?”
The call had caught him off guard. Even now, hours later, it was painful to think about, much less bring up in conversation.
“Dad’s not retiring. He’s dying.”
Nathaniel placed a hand on his shoulder. Daniel looked like he’d been punched in the gut.
“Prostate cancer,” Jeff continued. “Terminal.”
“I’m so sorry,” Daniel whispered.
“What can we do?” Nathaniel asked.
Jeff took a deep breath. “I’m going to have to go to Colorado, which is a problem because I haven’t been able to find the person threatening Dena.”
“Nothing?” Daniel rubbed his temple and didn’t wait for an answer. “Obviously she can’t stay by herself. I would tell you she could stay here in the guesthouse, but Cole’s due back next week.”
“She can stay with us,” Nathaniel said. “She’s welcome in New York, and the estate is safe.”
“I appreciate the offer,” Jeff said. “But you have kids. I wouldn’t want to put them in danger.”
“You won’t be putting anyone in danger,” Nathaniel assured him. “The grounds are gated, and there’s a security system in place. I don’t anticipate any trouble, but I will tell you that if it comes, I’m calling the police.”
Jeff nodded. “I understand, and thank you. I’ll talk to Dena tonight.”
“You haven’t had any luck figuring out who’s been threatening her?” Daniel asked.
“No. I had her pull together a list of people she’s prosecuted, but that was a dead end.” Jeff got angry every time he thought about someone harming her. Who could imagine hurting Dena? She had dedicated her life to serving others. “Unfortunately, now I have to look into who might be using her as a way to threaten her father, and that’s not as straightforward.”
“It goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway.” Daniel glanced at his phone and sent a quick text. “If you or Dena need anything, let me and Julie know.”
He was a fortunate man to have such good friends, Jeff thought later, driving to his house. Other than Dena staying in New York with the Wests, there wasn’t much else either of the two men could do, though. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. It was such a bad time to leave the city.
He needed to call his partner, Tom, and fill him in on the investigating he’d done on Dena’s case. As much as he would like to handle it personally, he had no idea how much time he’d have to devote to the case once he arrived in Colorado. He needed someone he could trust working on it while he stayed with his dad.
And while he stayed with his dad, Dena would be with Nathaniel and Abby. The case she’d been working on had pleaded out, which meant there was no reason she couldn’t work remotely. He thought about asking her to come with him to Colorado but decided she probably couldn’t be that far away from work. He wasn’t looking forward to having that conversation with her. She would not be happy about moving in with the couple.
She’d kept mostly to herself for the last two weeks, working in the evenings at his desk. Not once had she complained about his overbearing manner. After the flogging scene a few weeks ago, he’d thought she might want to play more, but so far she’d given no indication that she was interested.
He pulled into his driveway and scratched Bo’s ear when the large dog trotted up to him. He needed to find someone to feed them while he was gone.
Tom was on the front porch, sitting on one of the weather-worn Adirondack chairs Dena had insisted on buying years ago.
“Thanks for staying,” Jeff told Tom. “I feel much better knowing she isn’t alone.”
“It’s no problem. Noting to report. She came home from work and has been inside ever since. No sign of anyone here.”
“Fucker knows better than to come on my property.” But that was okay. It was only a matter of time before his luck ran out and Jeff caught him.
“I’m going to head home now if you don’t need me anymore,” Tom said.
“I have it covered. Thanks again.”
He waited until the taillights of Tom’s car disappeared into the night before unlocking the house and stepping inside. He looked for Dena at the small desk in the corner, but she wasn’t there. He glanced at his watch. Seven. Usually at that time of day, she’d be nose deep in the next day’s work.
Maybe she was in the bathroom. That would give him a few more minutes before he had to tell her she’d be packing for New York while he headed to Colorado. He walked toward his bedroom, planning to change, when he noticed the door was half-closed and the light was on.
Was Dena in his room? Why? Snooping through his socks?
He pushed the door open with a grin, but stood frozen at the sight that greeted him.
Dena was naked and kneeling on his floor.
Images of days long since past ran through his head. The numerous times she had knelt for him, the evenings he’d come home from work to find her waiting exactly like she was now. Seeing her in the same position nearly knocked the breath out of him.
“Dena,” he whispered, and she flinched.
“I had a rough day in court, Sir.”
So that’s what it was. He shouldn’t be surprised. She’d requested play sessions after bad days before. It was only that seeing her in his bedroom, waiting. He’d thought …
It didn’t matter what he’d thought. She needed him to take control, to use her, and to allow her the escape and release necessary to ease her physically and mentally. He could do that. He would give that to her.
One last time before he left.
“I’ll take you to the playroom,” he said. “But I still won’t fuck you.”
“I understand, Sir.”
