Closing his eyes he tried to summon the image of India on her knees, waiting for him, but the only vision that came to him was of Katie in the same position. Seeing her again stirred up desires and emotions he’d been sure he’d buried long and deep. One look at her and they’d exploded like dynamite, driving home with uneasy clarity the reason he never took a relationship outside the club. And why he never brought his vanilla dates to Rawhide. Katie Warren’s ghost always hovered near, stealing his emotions. Shit. He pulled in a deep breath and let it out very slowly. He owed it to the delightful sub waiting for him not to take his frustration out on her. Not only wouldn’t it be fair, but it also would take him dangerously close to breaking the club rules. Rules, as a matter of fact, he’d put in place himself. Still, tonight she’d be getting a workout he hoped would leave them both exhausted. He stared at the door, not opening it. For a moment he almost felt as if he was about to cheat on Katie.
