“Caine!” Eleanor laughed. “Control yourself.”
“I am, baby. It’s not easy when you look like a hors d’oeuvre,” Caine muttered against her skin. “Having a good time?”
“I am,” Eleanor sighed, “Nellie and the other ladies are wonderful.”
“Good,” Caine smiled.
He knew the other ladies would treat her kindly, and he wanted her to have her own circle. Serenity was her home now, so building connections would make her feel part of it. There was no better place to start than the Club’s old ladies.
“What was all that shouting about?” Eleanor asked.
“Nothing. Just someone who didn’t know their place.”
Eleanor relaxed in his arms, “I am mad at you, just so you know.”
“What did I do?”
“You should have told me about the barbecue. I feel bad for not bringing anything.”
“Oh, well, we were busy.
