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Trixie, and if Mitch will make you happier than Brock and I have, then by all means, you should explore the possibility of adding Mitch in the mix.” He walked to her then and framed her face. “But I want you to consider his dark side, too, Trixie. Remember the part of him you never could quite reach? Trix, honey, you’ll never break through those walls now.
    “Mitch is a hard-core Dom who will only let you get so close before he shoves, not pushes, but shoves you away.”
    “I can handle Mitch,” she said, her heart striking an extra beat, an additional palpitation she was convinced only existed because of future possibilities. Mitch’s reentry into their lives represented a possible induction into a lifestyle she’d long since desired.
    She loved Mitch. Her strong feelings and compassion for him were reasons enough to want him in her life, but she also craved what he could give her sexually. He would offer her unadulterated passion, a level of intimacy Brock and Rory had refused to give her. Even though Brock and Mitch had once introduced her to a taste of submission, Brock later dismissed the idea of Domination and submission.
    Had he thought she was too fragile? Had he feared she wouldn’t embrace the lifestyle like he once had?
    Trixie didn’t possess all the answers, but she held on to what she knew with absolute certainty. Mitch would insist on her submissiveness. Anything less would be unacceptable.
    She shivered as her husbands’ voices faded in and out. Mitch represented an element of excitement and adventure. What woman would ignore what he promised to bring to an already thriving relationship?
    “Trixie?” Rory snapped his fingers. “Are you still with me?”
    Jolted to attention, Trixie muttered, “Yes.”
    “Honey, Mitch isn’t the same man we once knew. If I thought for a minute he could make you happier than you are now or if he could somehow fit into our lives, I would be the first to arrange a meeting with all of us.”
    Trixie’s eyes filled with tears as the betrayal shook her to her very core. “Instead you and Brock met Mitch without me. Then, you planned this rendezvous so you could keep me away from Mitch.”
    “You’re right,” Rory said, conceding. “And I’ll never apologize for the choice we made.”

Chapter Ten
     
    “Colony’s Cow Camp,” Mitch mumbled, pulling to a stop in front of the large iron gates.
    He remembered the day he took control of the day-to-day operations as camp administrator. The first order of business had been to contact Rory and Brock and make sure his childhood friends were still on board for summer positions.
    At the time, he remembered thinking he would need to negotiate Brock’s return. The summer prior to his promotion, they’d spent a volatile summer with Jordie Anne. They’d partied more than they’d worked and the end result had been catastrophic.
    Jordie Anne had ended up addicted to drugs. She’d left Cow Camp for an emergency committal to a nearby mental health facility.
    His vision blurred. His back stiffened. He’d carried tremendous guilt for more than a decade, often beating himself up as he considered the vibrant young woman Jordie had once been and the lunatic she’d later become.
    He and Rory had often been at odds that last summer Jordie Anne spent with them. Rory insisted Jordie’s addiction developed because of Mitch’s dominant personality and his overwhelming desire to make her submit to his every need.
    In the end, he had to agree with Rory. The submissive living inside her had actually been her downfall. Once Mitch was behind bars, she didn’t know how to live without him and another personality emerged, one he didn’t know how to help, much less control from afar.
    Mitch entered the camp at about ten miles per hour even though he realized there wasn’t anyone there to monitor his speed. He didn’t have to watch for careless campers as he rounded the bend and passed the tennis courts.
    He didn’t need to stop