Epilogue
Cutter had moved her into his place permanently before the week ended. Among half-opened boxes and piles of books, Greta lounged against him on the couch, a book propped up on her chest. A game was droning on in the background. It was becoming one of her favorite reading positions.
A silver hoop dangling from Cutter’s index finger dropped in front of the page before her. Squinting, she read “Property of Cutter” inscribed on the burnished silver. Snatching it with greedy fingers, she flung the book down and turned around to face him. The collar was crushed between them; Greta pressed her lips against his.
“It’s a day collar. You can wear it backward and hide it underneath your hair when it’s down if you’re at work or running errands. No one would be the wiser.”
Her heart pinche
