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good, and she promised I could wear whatever I wanted to work and use as many curse words as I needed to get the job done.” And something in her eyes had promised to be my friend.
    She still doesn’t know that’s the part that sealed the deal.
    His hand is stroking my back like I’m an oversized kitten. “That’s why Damon opened Fettered.”
    I blink, and finally meet his intense eyes head-on. “What?”
    “Lots of people in the BDSM world are living edge to edge. Fettered supports doing that safely, but it’s also the good and safe place to come in between. That’s why we have squishy couches and Pictionary nights and people dropping in all the damn time just to talk.”
    I’d seen all that and assumed it was just part of Damon’s very smart marketing plan. “It’s a family.”
    He nods. “Yeah.”
    The rest falls into place. “And you’re the den mother. The one who keeps the edges safe when people choose to play.”
    He’s ducking my gaze now, and he almost looks embarrassed. “Yeah. Something like that.” His fingers trace over the lines of his tats. “I know what it is to need edges. And to need something in between.”
    I look at the strong, beautiful tribal lines of his ink. It’s time to ask where he’s trying to drive this thing, because if I don’t want to be a passenger, I need to get off this bus really soon. I put my hands on the envelope. “So what’s this?”

Chapter Eight

Harlan
    S ubs pin me to the floor exactly never. Scorpio just has, and she’s not even my sub yet.
    I look at her and try to figure out the answer to a question that should be obvious, but somehow isn’t. “It’s an invitation.”
    She’s staring me down just fine. “Scenes are about finding edges, right?”
    Yeah. Especially when your Dom is a hard-ass, and I am. “Usually. Especially for the sub.”
    She takes a long, slow breath. “I think I come hang out here because you’re all people who know what it is to seek out edges, to need to do that, and I like soaking that in. You feel like my tribe.”
    “You don’t get enough of that other places.”
    She shrugs. “I get other things. Work makes me feel useful and needed, and they’re my friends and they don’t bleed every day, and I need that too.”
    I’ve been at her offices enough to know the adoration is mutual. They’re as tight as we are, and I know exactly how rare that is. But the woman in front of me is still hungry. “But they aren’t edge seekers.”
    She grins. “Well, Emily is surprising me.”
    She’s surprising the whole damn universe. “She’s doing it because she loves Damon.” And Leo does it because he loves his partner, but I don’t know how much Scorpio knows about that, so I keep my mouth shut.
    Besides, this isn’t about love. It’s about helping someone who might belong in my lifestyle find her way there. I’ve got a really big comfort zone with that, even if this thing somehow keeps wobbling outside of it. I touch the envelope again. “This is edge. For sure. But it sounds to me like you want some of that in your life—you just want it balanced with some healthy stuff in between.”
    Her eyes are big, but she’s nodding.
    I take the leap. “I think we’re the same on that. I’m in a lifestyle that defaults to edges, but part of my job is to hang out here and help make that in-between space, for me and for everyone else.”
    She’s smiling. “Big scary Dom and den mother.”
    I give her a hard look. “You’re totally going to ruin my street cred if you keep saying that shit.” If she says it where Damon and Ari can hear, it’s going to end up on a damn t-shirt. One that they try to make me wear.
    Scorpio just smirks and sips her lemonade.
    She’s way more immune to my hard looks than a sub should be. I go back to the story I’m trying to tell. “You found yourself a life that has the warm and safe that you need, but it doesn’t come with enough built-in edges, so you come hang out here when you