10
GARRISON
“Strip.”
My words had Dahlia spinning on her heel to face me. We were back in the hotel room, alone. The threat that bastard, Crumb, had over my wife was gone. He had his money and could return to Pringle and hopefully get the hell out of town. If he were smart, he'd take his wife and start a new life… far, far away from any saloon.
He wasn't my problem. The woman before me, my wife, most certainly was.
“Garrison,” she protested.
“Strip,” I repeated, my voice deep. She knew that tone, knew I was serious and she needed to obey.
With shaky fingers, she undid the buttons of her dress as I watched. I observed silently and with a simmering anger until she was completely bare. I moved to sit on the side of the bed.
“Over my lap.”
With apprehension in her eyes, she did as I b
