Chapter 60
“Isabella, stop fidgeting,” Portia grumbled as she tried to work with the lace of the corset in front of her.
“It’s too tight and I’m going to pass out if I can’t breathe. Who created such an abomination of a contraption?”
“Probably some guy named the Extractor in his dungeon of torture devices,” Sabine grinned from where she sat on the edge of Isabella and Cam’s bed. She and Isabella shared a naughty smile in the mirror in front of Isabella.
Corry, perched in the window overlooking the yard whistled, “Portia, Detective Dylan just arrived with Jesse and your man cleans up good.”
Portia blushed, “not my man. I don’t own him.”
“It’s barely been two months girl, yet he’s hooked like a fish on a rod.”
“The secret is to not put out,” Portia shrugged making the mouths of the th
