perseverance, and a devotion to duty. So did he—usually.
They were in the car less than an hour later. He had called at the farm on the way, said very little as he got back into the car and started the engine. He knew Logan wanted to know what he had spoken to Johnny about, but kept silent. How do you say you had told the man next door that Logan might just turn up, by himself, if everything got too much for him at Greykirk?
“So how long is it to get to your house, then?” He could tell Logan was trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere in the car. He deliberately followed suit.
“Couple of hours. We’ll be there in time for lunch.”
“You cooking?”
Caleb smiled. “No, too busy there.” Bugger, feet in mouth again. “I have a brilliant housekeeper named Doris. She keeps telling me she wants to be a Dominatrix, and I won’t let her use her natural abilities.” He laughed as Logan chuckled. “I told her I’ve no idea how good she would be as Doris the Dominatrix, but she’s too bloody good as Doris the Housekeeper to let her change professions. She’s also my sister, but don’t let on I told you. I usually tease her by just mentioning the D the D stuff, not our relationship.”
Logan snickered. “I won’t, you bugger. Poor woman, you might be stifling her creative urges, denying her her natural niche in life.”
“Once you’ve tasted her baking, you’ll be all for denying her as well. Ah well, I’ve told her that if someone specifically says they need a female Dom, I’ll consider her.”
Logan was amused. “What did she say to that?”
“She threatened to put an ad in the paper for a volunteer.”
“Oh my God, what a woman. I’m looking forward to meeting her.” Logan grinned. “She sounds great.”
“She is; you won’t be disappointed. I promise.” Caleb thought it would be interesting to see what she made of his lover. Something he had never involved in his life before. Doris was a good judge of character, and never hesitated to speak her mind. Her opinion would be worth waiting for.
It was. And he didn’t have to wait long.
She looked Logan up and down. Then again. Caleb could see him squirm, see his thoughts.
“Yes, she would be a good Madame D, wouldn’t she?” He grinned and laughed at Doris’s expression. “But cooking comes first.”
“Ha, I’ll cook your goose, if you’re not careful, Caleb,” Doris threatened. “In more ways than one. Stop embarrassing the man.”
“And you’re not?” Caleb asked her. “Giving him the twice-over like that?”
She chuckled. A tall, attractive blonde, she was easy to imagine in thigh-high leather boots, stroking a whip. “I’m just checking he has all the right attributes for you.”
“Do I?” Logan interjected, his voice full of mirth.
“Oh, I’d say so, wouldn’t you? Now, are you sure you wouldn’t like a session with a Dominatrix?”
“Alas, quite sure.”
“Bugger. Ah well, I’d best go and take the fruit cake out of the oven.” She giggled, not at all offended. “Caleb, there’s a pile of messages waiting for you. It’s about time you got a P.A. In an office capacity, that is. I can see you’ve got one in a personal capacity.” She rolled her eyes suggestively.
“And an in-office one. Logan is going to take over the admin for us. He understands my work, and even though I’ve only known him for a short time, I trust him.” Caleb couldn’t describe to Doris the gut feeling he had that Logan was the right person, the only person he wanted working with him. “Let’s face it, in this business, I couldn’t employ just anyone, however good their credentials were.”
Her reply was a heartfelt, “Thank God for that. You’ll see Connor and Bain are coming back next week. Just for old times’ sake, they said. The other queries I’ve put into an email folder for you, well, I guess for both of you now. Right, cake.” She turned and disappeared through a nearby door.
“Phew, what a lady,”
They were in the car less than an hour later. He had called at the farm on the way, said very little as he got back into the car and started the engine. He knew Logan wanted to know what he had spoken to Johnny about, but kept silent. How do you say you had told the man next door that Logan might just turn up, by himself, if everything got too much for him at Greykirk?
“So how long is it to get to your house, then?” He could tell Logan was trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere in the car. He deliberately followed suit.
“Couple of hours. We’ll be there in time for lunch.”
“You cooking?”
Caleb smiled. “No, too busy there.” Bugger, feet in mouth again. “I have a brilliant housekeeper named Doris. She keeps telling me she wants to be a Dominatrix, and I won’t let her use her natural abilities.” He laughed as Logan chuckled. “I told her I’ve no idea how good she would be as Doris the Dominatrix, but she’s too bloody good as Doris the Housekeeper to let her change professions. She’s also my sister, but don’t let on I told you. I usually tease her by just mentioning the D the D stuff, not our relationship.”
Logan snickered. “I won’t, you bugger. Poor woman, you might be stifling her creative urges, denying her her natural niche in life.”
“Once you’ve tasted her baking, you’ll be all for denying her as well. Ah well, I’ve told her that if someone specifically says they need a female Dom, I’ll consider her.”
Logan was amused. “What did she say to that?”
“She threatened to put an ad in the paper for a volunteer.”
“Oh my God, what a woman. I’m looking forward to meeting her.” Logan grinned. “She sounds great.”
“She is; you won’t be disappointed. I promise.” Caleb thought it would be interesting to see what she made of his lover. Something he had never involved in his life before. Doris was a good judge of character, and never hesitated to speak her mind. Her opinion would be worth waiting for.
It was. And he didn’t have to wait long.
She looked Logan up and down. Then again. Caleb could see him squirm, see his thoughts.
“Yes, she would be a good Madame D, wouldn’t she?” He grinned and laughed at Doris’s expression. “But cooking comes first.”
“Ha, I’ll cook your goose, if you’re not careful, Caleb,” Doris threatened. “In more ways than one. Stop embarrassing the man.”
“And you’re not?” Caleb asked her. “Giving him the twice-over like that?”
She chuckled. A tall, attractive blonde, she was easy to imagine in thigh-high leather boots, stroking a whip. “I’m just checking he has all the right attributes for you.”
“Do I?” Logan interjected, his voice full of mirth.
“Oh, I’d say so, wouldn’t you? Now, are you sure you wouldn’t like a session with a Dominatrix?”
“Alas, quite sure.”
“Bugger. Ah well, I’d best go and take the fruit cake out of the oven.” She giggled, not at all offended. “Caleb, there’s a pile of messages waiting for you. It’s about time you got a P.A. In an office capacity, that is. I can see you’ve got one in a personal capacity.” She rolled her eyes suggestively.
“And an in-office one. Logan is going to take over the admin for us. He understands my work, and even though I’ve only known him for a short time, I trust him.” Caleb couldn’t describe to Doris the gut feeling he had that Logan was the right person, the only person he wanted working with him. “Let’s face it, in this business, I couldn’t employ just anyone, however good their credentials were.”
Her reply was a heartfelt, “Thank God for that. You’ll see Connor and Bain are coming back next week. Just for old times’ sake, they said. The other queries I’ve put into an email folder for you, well, I guess for both of you now. Right, cake.” She turned and disappeared through a nearby door.
“Phew, what a lady,”
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