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“Sanna?”
“Mellie? Oh, how bizarre. I was just thinking of you.”
I couldn’t help but smile. My little sister had blossomed from a wallflower into a vibrant woman since falling in love with two men…her Masters. A pang of envy pierced my heart. Never in a million did I suspect that Savannah would be attracted to the BDSM lifestyle, but her total transformation proved she’d found her bliss. She was no longer a quiet, shy bookworm. Dylan and Nick had helped her break free of her chrysalis, and she’d blossomed into a stunning, submissive butterfly.
I was happy for her; happy her path hadn’t ended in a fiery death, like mine.
“Uh-oh, what did I do now?” I teased.
“Nothing, dork. I just miss you. You’re not packing to go anywhere soon, are you? I’d really like you to come to Chicago for a visit.”
I sensed a hint of desperation in her voice. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m just…it’s nothing.”
“You’re what?” My over-protective sister DNA zipped to high alert. “Did Dylan and Nick do something to you, something they shouldn’t have?”
“No. Heavens, no!” she shrieked. “I’m just missing you. After you broke up with Enrique, I thought you’d come for a visit, so we could drown your heartache in a gallon of ice cream. But you never came. You just got more wrapped up with work.”
“I got swamped with clients. Besides, I was the one who called it off. There wasn’t any heartache, it was mostly relief. He got way too serious. I told you that.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. But you were with him a long time—a lot longer than any of the others.”
“Thanks,” I grumbled sarcastically. “You make me sound like a bed-hopping bimbo.”
“I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it,” Savannah scolded before her tone turned gentle. “I’m sorry, I’m just hyperemotional these days for some weird reason.
“Don’t sweat it,” I reassured. “So, tell me, what’s really bothering you?”
“I don’t know,” she mumbled. “I have everything a girl could want. My life is beyond perfect. I just miss you and want to spend some quality time with my bestie.”
“Well.” I paused. “What are you doing this Tuesday at three fifty-five in the afternoon?”
“Nothing, why?”
“I could use a ride from the airport, oh, and a place to crash—if you think Dylan and Nick won’t mind.”
“Here? In Chicago?” She gasped.
“Yes,” I giggled. “There’s a private art showing Thursday night. I’m going for a client.”
Savannah let out a scream so loud I had to yank the phone away from my ear. Not just one scream, but a whole bunch of them. Suddenly, I heard the thundering voices of Dylan and Nick demanding to know what was wrong. It took my excited sister several long seconds to explain why she was coming unglued.
“Mellie?” Nick’s deep, authoritative voice sent a shiver up my spine. He wasn’t my Dominant, but he wielded the type of power that scraped the submissive in me.
“Yes?” I replied in an unusually timid tone.
“Next time you decide to come for a visit, would you please warn me or Dylan first? Savannah’s screams scared ten years off our lives.”
I laughed. “I’m sorry, Nick.”
“It’s okay. I’m just messing with you,” he chuckled. “So, when are you coming?”
Relaying my flight info, I blocked out his assertive mien and shoved the silly submissive sentiments from my head.
“Excellent. We’ll be there to pick you up,” he assured before passing the phone back to Savannah.
Chatting about my visit, anticipation and excitement grew contagious. Soon, we were laughing more than talking. I realized how much I missed my sister and the special bond we shared. It had been a long time since I’d seen Sanna…far too long.
