When she’d stepped out of the portable bathroom, she’d been stunned to find herself alone. She had her flashlight, but even so, the surprise had d...soriented her. As usual, Willow sighed, she’d let her fear of being lost overrun her common sense, and had frozen, unable to get her bearings or call out. Luckily Ivy had come to find her, and had had some choice words to say about Holly while they walked back. Willow had agreed, but was glad Ivy had finished before they got back. Having Ivy and. ” Joe was the instigator of all things that ended badly. “What a cute place. Who lives here?” She almost sounded interested.“Dude, where’s the Vodka?” Joe was rummaging through the freezer, then the cupboard. He was not subtle and the trashing of our place easily betrayed his location.“Shit!” That’s all Garret had to say.“Serious dude?”“I have plenty at my place and my roomies aren’t home.” It was Kent, the one who lived in a nice condo provided for by his parents. Their way of saying, you are. Doable."Giggle. "Another way to get you away from prying eyes," she smirked, then she forked a savory broiled shrimp into her mouth.Me? I'm thinking. I never considered buying my own boat because frankly, the idea of being THAT solo wasn't appealing to me and finding compatible partners for sailing wasn't easy. Across the table? Compatible. Smart. Fit. Cute as hell. I'm running the numbers in my head. Bank account's plenty fat. Invested all of Dad's insurance and the lump he left in the bank. Ropes, straps, lingerie and scarves, all of those they had used, but never chains. They had talked about it often, but she had never desired to wear anything that did not enhance her own beauty... but, then, she had never seen such finely wrought chains, either. There was nothing utilitarian about them. They were designed for only one purpose: to garnish the flesh of a captive with their hard, bright beauty. "They're lovely, Liam!" she exclaimed, bending to run her hands through the top layer.