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14th. You can call his office for directions or if you need to reschedule. The number is 206-555-1234. Thanks dear. Have a nice day.”
    What the hell was that all about? At first I thought it was a wrong number. Then it hit me—“Ms. Davenport” was Sophie. I wasn’t used to people calling her that, so it took me a minute to process it. And why would a doctor’s office be calling Sophie at my place?
    I dried my hands and listened to the message again. Then I tried to determine what it all meant.
    Last month I’d taken Sophie to the hospital to meet Kaitlyn, my former submissive who had tried unsuccessfully to kill herself, but instead landed herself in the hospital, permanently attached to a plethora of tubes and machines. In hindsight it was probably a stupid thing for me to do, but I’d been desperate. When the whole charade with me masquerading as BA backfired on me, and I looked like a fucking psychopath, I tried to explain to Sophie why I’d done what I did. The whole plan turned out to be an abject failure, and I probably deserved whatever I got. But while Sophie and I were at the hospital, she fainted and cut her chin wide open when she hit the floor. The doctors were so occupied with sewing her up that we never learned what had caused her to pass out that day.
    At least I didn’t.
    I didn’t think they told Sophie anything about it either. We chalked it up to stress or her not having eaten much that day, and then we moved on with the dissolution of our relationship—the thing that threatened to tear me apart on a daily basis.
    However, this phone call …
    This phone call led me to believe there was more to it. Surely it originated with the incident at the hospital. I was the one who filled out her paperwork. I wrote down my home phone number on the forms. Sophie would never have done that. She was pissed at me that day at the hospital. She was planning to leave me before we even arrived there, so she would never have given them my number. Plus, if she were seeking medical care on her own it would be where she lived, in Texas. She wouldn’t make an appointment with a Seattle doctor.
    If Sophie needed a follow-up appointment after her fainting spell, then something was wrong with her.
    Oh God . Could she have cancer? Maybe that’s why she cut me out of her life. I’d already told her how everyone I love winds up dead or destroyed. Could she have wanted to spare me that happening to her too?
    I picked up my phone and dialed Sophie.
    She didn’t answer. Of course.
    Par for the course.
    I texted her, “Are you okay?”
    No response.
    But I had to know. I had to find out what that phone call had been about so I picked up my cell phone and speed-dialed Kate.
    “Hello?”
    “I need you to do something for me.”

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    Quentin
    P acing the floor , it took every ounce of self-restraint I could summon/muster not to call Sophie again. I considered calling her mother, but I doubted that would get me any further. Sophie didn’t get along well with her mother so there was no guarantee that she would have confided in Bunny Davenport anyway. The two of them were constantly at each other’s throats. Hell, Bunny was probably as in the dark about what was wrong with Sophie as I was. Not to mention that if I contacted Bunny, it would only give Sophie one more thing to refuse to forgive me for—dragging her mother into whatever health crisis she was experiencing.
    I knew Sophie’s doctor would never give me the information I was looking for. If I even asked I would get the runaround about the privacy laws. I could hear the secretary now. “We don’t have you listed on file as someone Sophie approved as someone we can discuss her medical records with.”
    Of course they didn’t, so I was shit outta luck.
    I felt like punching something. A workout was desperately needed, but I wasn’t going anywhere until I found out what was wrong with Sophie.
    Why was Kate taking so long?
    I texted her asking that very