The swelling receded and the pain medicine kicked in. What he would give for an ice cold beer! Marguerite served dinner. She seemed a little upset with Monroe, and only spoke to him in clipped sentences when she had to. Monroe acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. “Has Angel eaten her dinner?” “I took it to her, signor, but she only nibbled.” “Please keep a plate warm and I’ll take it up to her later and see she eats.” “Si.” With that, Marguerite left the room. Monroe put down his napkin and looked at Zach. “She’s angry that I punished Angel.” “You think?” “Yes, I think.” “Do you mind if I ask what Ang…your slave is being punished for?” “She’s not happy that I’ll be leaving and showed her displeasure in an inappropriate way.” “Is she locked up?” Zach couldn’t help the distaste in his voice. “No, I assure you, she is comfortable in my room.” The conversation wasn’t adding up. “Do you love her?” Zach asked suddenly. Monroe didn’t hesitate, “Yes I do, and our relationship works for us.
