Secrets Remembered by Raven McAllen Page A

I’d just confirmed what she thought about me, so in the end we’re both happy each other is happy, if you get my drift. Right, let’s go in and you can spill the beans about everything. I’m itching with curiosity.” He made a show of scratching his arms, before he got out of the car to walk round as Ailsa struggled out of her seat.
    He stopped her by the simple method of holding her arm. “It’s my job and desire to help you, pet. Please wait next time.” It was like someone had flipped a switch and a sign saying ‘Dom mode’ lit up over his head.
    “No need. I’ve been getting in and out of cars by myself for a long while now.” She straightened and put her hand over his on her arm, in what she hoped was a gesture he understood to be conciliatory.
    Aidan tugged her hair to just the enjoyable side of pain. “I want to.”
    Ah, now she understood.
    “With respect, Aidan.” Alisa used his name deliberately and hardened her heart to the cloud she saw in his eyes. “I can’t promise I’ll always remember. And I’m not accepting the Dom card out of the bedroom so to speak unless we’ve pre-agreed it. Like now, for instance. In effect, even though I told you I was off duty, for now this is official business. So no Dom/sub unless we reverse our roles.” She bent down to the floor of the car and picked up her handbag.
    “Point taken, but seeing you like that sure brings the Dom out in me.”
    Ailsa nodded and let him help her out of the car. She turned around and stood on tiptoe to kiss Aidan on the cheek.
    “Good, and please, Sir, hold that thought. For now I need to get my scattered thoughts together and forget all about you, me and subbing. I want to get this sorted as best I can, and then enjoy what’s left of the weekend. Well, if you want me for a sub after I’ve told you all everything?” Damn, I sound all pathetic and whinging. I’m a bloody police inspector with a job to do. So if he decides his Domming of me is over almost before it’s begun, suck it up buttercup.
    Aidan hugged her. “You’re not getting out of me scribing you that easily. Come on, let’s go in and you can get your confess-fest over and we can drink wine and bitch about arsehole fathers and whatever.”
    He went to the door and rang the bell.
    “They might not want me within a hundred miles of Diomhair once I’ve told them everything. Nor might you. But this is my job, and it’s better I do it than someone unsympathetic to your lifestyle.”
    Aidan swung her around and gave her two short and hard smacks on her bottom. Even through the linen and her knickers—they were firmly back in place—it hurt.
    “Enough already. Stop whining. We’re better people than that and you do us all a miscarriage of justice.”
    The door opened and Jeff stood back to let them in.
    “I have a wife who is eaten up with curiosity, a sister blaming herself because she knows you and a mate who hopes Aidan has the balls to show you the error of your ways,” he said. “For myself, the jury is out, but if you upset my wife, it sure won’t be.”
    Ailsa took a step back. Okay, she hadn’t thought it was going to be a walk in the park, but such out and out antagonism was hard to accept.
    “And I don’t have a warrant, but I’m sure I could get one for something or other, and a Dom who is backing me one hundred percent.” Well, she hoped he was. “Plus a job to do, so thank your lucky stars it was me, who could check for things without exposing everyone and everything to those wolves otherwise known as journos. Because believe me when I say they have contacts everywhere, and seem to get in and out of anything and anywhere like a bloody midge. Swift and unseen. At least I can keep my mouth shut. As can my boss. So it’s up to you. I have permission to come and talk to you all, ask for your opinions and such. However…” She shrugged. “If you’d prefer for it to be all official, I can arrange for that, no problem. Then I can dump your