"What do you want?He laughed softly. To Willow’s relief, he just said “Good” and seemed to leave it at that."Are you at work?" he asked."Yes," s...he replied."So am I."Willow’s eyes narrowed as she tuned out everything around her other than the sounds coming from the other end of the line. "I can hear music in the back," she said, “Classical guitar. Spanish?”It was the same music she heard in the background when he last called."Perceptive,” he said, sounding pleased. “A benefit of a home office is. ” “Are you kidding?” He grabbed me by the shoulders and planted a kiss on me that would have softened the stoniest heart. “I’ve hardly thought anything BUT you since the moment I left yesterday,” he said. “During the game I kept getting wood, and I was squirming in my seat so much my buddy asked me what was wrong. I told him some bullshit excuse, but I kept thinking, ‘If you only knew.’ Sorry I’m late, by the way. I stopped for supplies.” He handed me a bag from the drug store in town. I. The voice was so insistent, so foreign and yet she was used to it. How many times had she had this dream? Was that why the voice felt so familiar? Her brow furrowed, she turned her head, snarling. ‘What is it? Why are you calling me?’ ‘Because it’s time to wake up, sweet heart.’ Carefully, she opened her eyes. The lights around her were dim and soft, but still her vision made her head hurt and everything was blurry. She tried to lift a hand to her face but found her limbs were all just too. ‭"‭"The men have some," the Policewoman suggested and she went away and returned with Carlos and Luis and a box of leather strapsLuis selected a collar and gently buckled it around Lynnie's neck before attaching the leash while Carlso did the same for Jo.‭"Can we go now?" Lynnie asked.‭"Can we?" Carlos asked.‭"Just the Tattoo," the Policewoman advised.‭"Tattoo?" Lynnie queried.‭"Very discreet no one will see," the Policeman assured her, "It will not take long, would you like a drink?" he asked.