5
Celia
“I should have told you this before we… well, before I took you, but I couldn’t resist and I had no patience to wait for Walker.”
The corner of Luke’s mouth turned up and I saw the look of satisfaction on his face. I’d put that there.
“Neither could you,” he added.
I looked down at my bare feet.
“No, neither could I,” I admitted. I’d wanted him something fierce. I still did.
“There was no way to ease you into the arrangement, to take our time and tell you, so we felt it best if—”
A knock at the door interrupted him.
Luke swore under his breath and Walker went to open it.
A uniformed porter rolled in a cloth-covered tray with dishes covered with silver domes. I spun on my heel and faced away from the man, Luke coming to stand before me, to block me from view. My cheeks flu
