She’d do whatever she had to in order to get him home. If, along the way, she got to feel the leather of his belt binding her hands and his body on top of hers…well, she wouldn’t complain, but he’d have to work for it. Like a real dom. She almost grinned. Penny came back to their table with two large plates laden with food and set them down. “I’ll be right back with some extra maple syrup.” The waitress left them alone again. Hayden went straight for the toast and nibbled on it, watching the people around her. The diner had filled up in the past few minutes with locals and visitors. An olive-skinned man in his early thirties wearing jeans and a t-shirt walked their way, grinning. “Well, well, somebody dragged your sorry ass out of bed, Smith. I’m impressed.” He stopped next to Hayden’s side of the booth and leaned one hip against it. “Hi, I’m George.
