For the next couple of weeks we set into a routine. Her training was still ongoing, I was still teaching her new things, breaking down her walls and freeing her from all the little hang-ups that she’d been carrying around.
Her self-esteem was growing daily under my tutelage, as did the bond between us. I kept her well isolated from the goings on where the investigation was concerned.
On a hunch I’d decided to put men on Marion just in case my suspicions proved to be true. I made sure Kitten called home at least once a week. I didn’t put it past the other woman to try to start trouble.
I blamed myself for underestimating the lengths Marion would go to-to get what she wanted. I hadn’t been aware that she’d had so much invested in our short lived acquaintance, and still wasn’t sure if her actions were caused more by the fact that it had been Kitten that I chose, or if she would’ve done the same no matter who I’d chosen. In other words I really had no idea where her head was.