Page 39 of Faith

“You seem to be hung up on a woman.”

He made a face and turned back to the bank of screens. The fact that he thought Micah might be right worried Jensen. It didn’t mean he had to admit it. “Not sure what you’re talking about.”

“Hmm, preoccupied, can’t find a sub to satisfy your needs.”

At that moment, he caught sight of a woman dressed in black. There was something about the way she made her way through the crowd that caught his interest. Her sassy ponytail swayed with each step, and there was something so graceful and familiar.

“Who is that?”

Micah walked up behind him.

“Ah, that’s Kitty.”

He glanced at Micah. “Kitty?”

“That’s what she goes by when she’s here. Kitty Cat.”

He turned back and found her easily again. When she turned to face the camera, he noticed she was wearing a mask. Not that odd; although, it was more like something Cat Woman would wear and not the usual thing someone would wear to a BDSM club. The black latex pants and vest definitely fit the persona.

Beyond that, it had been months since a woman had captured his attention. The familiar heat sped through his blood.

“Is something wrong?” Micah asked.

“I feel like I know her.”

“Hmm, not sure if you’ve ever been here together.”

There was something in Micah’s voice that caught his attention.

“You know who she is.”

“Of course. She’s a member of the club.”

“Who is she?”

“I cannot reveal that.”

Frustrated and irritated, he turned on the club owner. “What the bloody hell does that mean?”

“It means that I agreed to keep her identity a secret.”

His gaze moved to the screen and Jensen followed his line of vision. She was making her way to the door, and he was going to lose her. Without saying a word, he rushed out the door and down the stairs. He had to catch her before she left.

He’d gotten close enough to see her again. Jensen continued to push his way through the crowd to get closer. Then he got a bit of a break. She stopped and set her glass on the bar and said something that made Dee, Micah’s wife, laugh. The woman turned her head just enough that he could see her eyes—and he stopped in his tracks.

Ice-blue and cold as ice.

He had only seen that particular shade on one other person in his life. His world turned topsy-turvy. Pursuing her wasn’t important now because he knew exactly where she was going to be spending her night.

Instead, he stood in the middle of Rough ‘n Ready as his world fractured into a million pieces.

“I take it from the look on your face you know who she is,” Micah said.

He kept his gaze glued to her until she walked out of the club. Then he turned to Micah. “Yes. And I want to know how long you’ve known her.”

He sighed. “Let’s go back to the office and I’ll tell you what I can.”

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