“Jasper. Sweetie. Lover. Baby. Hey! No! I didn’t sign up for G.I. Jackass. Hey, where are you going?” Lucky tugs at his ropes, looking incredulously at Jasper’s retreating back. Dom tugs back. Hard. “G.I. what?” The small, satisfied smile on Jasper’s face is positively chilling, and he holds out his hand again. “Come now, darling. The babysitter’s sorted. Let’s take a stroll.”
