you without my blessing.â
âAnd that just pisses you off, doesnât it?â
âMr. Dalton!â
Cade bit back a few choice words. Out of respect for Sara heâd keep his opinions to himself, but nowhere in that little speech did Helen add that the women had been willing and no one had gotten hurt. âThereâs no need for you to come over. Iâll let Sara know you called.â
âWell, I suppose thatâs it then.â It was more of a statement than a question, and Cade could almost see her nostrils flaring. Helen Martin never did like to be told what to do. He bit out a terse âgoodbyeâ and hung up without waiting for a response.
He ran a hand through his hair. Caroline Martin had hurt her daughter badly. Her sister-in-law had stepped in, and between her and her brother, they managed to raise a beautiful and kind-hearted young woman. Cade had no clue how that had happened and he wasnât about to try and figure it out. Right now his sole focus was on what exactly his wife was hiding. Heâd handle Helen Martin in due time.
He went back into the kitchen and poured himself another cup of coffee only to slam the cup down with a bang. Damn! Only six months into the marriage and she was already hiding her feelings from him.
Not too long ago he and Reese had given up trying to find a woman willing to share their lives and had tossed around the idea of delving into the BDSM lifestyle. Cade was a natural Dominant. There had been plenty of women in California, but no matter how hard they had tried not one was able to hold a candle to Sara. She held a special place in their hearts.
They had both caught glimpses of her during their holiday visits, and she had gone from being the girl next door to the woman of their dreams. Maybe a woman with two husbands was outside the norm, but life was to be lived and not spent worrying about what other people thought. Only Sara didnât want two husbands, and he wasnât about to push her into a lifestyle she didnât want. He had been willing to do anything for her as long as she agreed to marry him. What could have possibly been a wonderful life had been ruined by peopleâs ignorance and her motherâs betrayal.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. Head of the Household was a far cry from BDSM, but it still involved a degree of discipline and submission. It was time to dish out some well-deserved punishment. Cadeâs finger hovered over the speed dial on his cell. He needed to deal with her disobedience now before it really got out of hand. Since his injury he had entertained an idea on how to deliver a punishment, but a twinge of doubt had always held him back. Now he was ready to put that plan into action but still found himself praying he was doing the right thing. If he was wrong, he could possibly end up losing the most important person in his life.
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Chapter 4
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Sara turned into the parking lot of the Grab ânâ Go and shut off the engine. She rested her forehead on the steering wheel. Maybe if she banged her head against it a few times it might give her an answer. What in the world was she going to do? Cade had been right. There was something weighing heavily on her mind, and she didnât have the nerve to tell him because it involved his brother.
She closed her eyes and groaned. Reese was hot. He had it all. Muscular build, handsome face and a square jaw that appeared as if it had been carved with a meticulous hand. The tattoo embellished on one of his bulging biceps gave the impression of a badass, but the teasing sparkle in his deep blue eyes contradicted such a disposition.
He was a lawyer also, but a suit and tie wasnât his thing. His long blond hair was usually tied back with a piece of leather, and the closest he had come to looking professional was a pair of dress slacks and button-down shirt. Both Cade and Reese were tall and wide shouldered with slim waists and long legs.