Chapter 47: Inside Bernice Warth's Walk-In Closet...

Christian Yale's Adam's apple bobbed. He steadied himself, then sat on the edge of the bed. A moment later, a faint current gathered at his fingertips. He set two fingers lightly against Bernice Warth's temple and began to work along the meridians in her head with slow, measured pressure. The tension in her body eased bit by bit. Her rose-colored lips parted slightly... "Christian Yale." With her eyes still closed, she asked softly, "Besides me and Taylor, who else have you massaged like this?" Christian...