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didn’t get that many door-to-door salesmen since he lived in such a remote location.
    He made a slow trek to the door. As soon as he opened it, he shook his head.
    “No,” Dak said before Gordon could open his mouth.
    “What? You don’t even know what I’m going to say yet.” Without invitation, Gordon opened the storm door and walked inside.
    Dak knew he should have put a lock on his storm door as well. “You never come over just to say hi or shoot the shit about current events.” He walked to his kitchen to make himself something strong to drink.
    “As a matter of fact, I did come over to say thank you for what you did the other night with Hummingbird.”
    Dak furrowed his eyebrows.
    “The submissive you saved. You didn’t ask for her name?” Again, without invitation, Gordon took a seat at the kitchen table.
    “I didn’t ask for her sub name.” Dak poured water into a teakettle and placed it on the stove. Today was proving to be a chamomile day.
    Gordon wagged his finger at him. “That’s what I like about you, Dak. You go out of your way to care for the people you rescue. That’s why I hope you’ll reconsider leaving the group. We need you.”
    “So what happened with Julianne?” Dak asked, purposely avoiding the topic about SAFE and his future involvement.
    This time Gordon worried his brows.
    “Hummingbird.” Dak leaned against the sink.
    “Oh, we put her with a friend of Mistress Siren. You remember her, right?”
    Dak nodded. “Of course I know her. Does she still have just two subs serving her?”
    “Two females and now a male.”
    Dak chuckled. “She collects submissives like they’re cats. She needs to be careful about taking on so many. A couple will start to feel shortchanged.”
    “Yeah, I know what you mean. I’m playing with two now. It’s all I can do just to keep up with them both.” Gordon wiped the back of his neck.
    With his blondish white, thinning hair and the reddish glow covering his face, he looked more like a Christmas ornament than a powerful and well-respected Dom.
    Steam started rising from the kettle, but it hadn’t started whistling yet. Dak brought down two mugs and his tea.
    “That’s why I’m here, Dak.” Gordon cleared his throat. “I was talking to Siren, and she told me about a slave she thinks is in trouble.”
    Dak kept his back to his friend. “Cream and sugar, or you want your tea straight?”
    “I’m fine. Listen, she said the slave is in really bad shape. The slave and her Dom were at Siren’s house recently, and Siren felt the Dom went way over the line with how he punished his slave, so much so that she called him on it.”
    Dak stopped moving when he heard that. As someone who had trained with Siren nearly twenty years ago, Dak respected her. He’d learned so much from her. She’d taught him compassion with the lifestyle. If Siren had to call a Dom on his bad behavior, Dak knew whatever the Dom had done had to be bad.
    Dak reached into the fridge and pulled out a container of cream and placed it on the table next to a small sugar bowl.
    “I’m not the only member in SAFE. As a matter of fact, I told you after I turned Julianne over to you that I wanted out. I haven’t changed my mind.”
    The teakettle screeched as though adding its own “amen” to Dak’s proclamation.
    “I know. I just need you to do this one last job. I swear after this, I won’t ask you for anything else.” Gordon held up his hand as though giving him his Scout’s honor.
    “Why can’t you do it? What happened to Raven and Scott? Why aren’t you using them to do these rescues?” Dak struggled to keep his voice controlled, but he thought he’d made himself clear with Gordon. As a Dom, Dak had never had to repeat himself. He’d be damned if he’d do it for another Dom, even for a friend.
    “Raven is doing another rescue out of town. And Scott—” Gordon’s voice trailed off, and he turned his gaze down.
    Dak brought his attention to his friend.