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wasn’t Savannah.
    The sub sassed her, a gentle teasing meant to show her that he could handle more. The Domme threw her head back and laughed.
    Roman sat up.
    That laugh.
    A million memories flooded him—Savannah sitting on his lap, laughing at one of his bad jokes, her out with friends at the bar, head thrown back, her giggling softly as they lay together in bed, covers up over their heads to block out the rest of the world.
    The Domme was too skinny, her hair too red and her accent wrong. But with that laugh all Roman’s doubt was washed away.
    It was Savannah.
    He was so stunned that for the next fifteen minutes all he could do was stare at her, at the tableau before him. He felt as if he’d been punched in the gut. Around him the audience gasped, moaned and fell silent in response to what they saw, but Roman sat silent, too shocked to react. When the performance was over those around him clapped, and the sound of their applause knocked Roman into the present.
    While most of the audience was busy indulging in the arousal the show had awakened, Roman slipped backstage. Emotions rolled through him, making his muscles tremble with tension.
    The Domme leaned one shoulder against the wall, her back to him. A bottle of water dangled from her fingers.
    He tried to say her name and failed. If he was wrong, if it wasn’t her, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stand the disappointment. And yet, he didn’t want it to be her, didn’t want this dark creature to be the laughing, loving woman he’d once known.
    “Savannah?”
    The Domme slowly straightened away from the wall.
    “Savannah,” he sighed her name. It sounded like a prayer.
    She turned. The mask was still in place, hiding her from him. The anger he expected to feel wasn’t there. Instead he was filled with sweet relief. He’d found her.
    “Roman.”
    He’d heard his own name a million times, and yet when she said it, it was different.
    “I’ve missed you.” It wasn’t what he meant to say. He didn’t want to admit softness. Since she’d left him he’d learned to protect himself. He never again wanted to be hurt the way she’d hurt him.
    “How dare you?” Her voice was trembling with rage. Roman fell back a pace as she took a step. “How dare you?”
    “How dare I ?” Roman stepped forward, regaining the ground he’d lost. He wanted to rip the mask from her face. “You came to my city, designed a piece of art for my building and perform in my club, and you ask me how I dare?”
    “I didn’t know it was your building. If I had I wouldn’t have come. Why aren’t you in L.A.?”
    “Where did you get the accent?”
    She took a deep breath then shook her head. She turned to a chair behind her and grabbed a pair of jeans, which she put on over the catsuit.
    “I’m leaving.”
    “Not until you answer my questions.” He’d found her, after all these years. The questions he’d lived with for five years were going to be answered, right now. “Why? Why did you leave me?”
    The shirt she was in the process of putting on fell from her hands. “How could you ask me that?”
    “You left me. You walked away without ever looking back.”
    “I left you?” She turned, gaze scorching him. “You’re pouting because I left you?” She threw her head back and laughed.
    Angrier than he’d been in a long time, Roman grabbed her arm. They froze. His hand tingled from contact with her, even if it was through the leather. Their gazes met for half a second. Roman thought he saw longing, passion, but then her gaze went hard. Savannah reached for the cane that rested on the chair. She lashed his arm. Roman jerked his arm back, a stinging line of pain on his forearm making him grit his teeth.
    “Don’t touch me. Don’t you ever touch me again.”
    “If you hated what we were doing, if we’d gotten too deep in the scene, you should have told me.” Roman clenched his hands into fists. “Instead you walked away, told me I was a freak for wanting the