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says.
    “Every inch of it.”
    The way Belmont looks at me when he says that makes my nipples stand at attention, and Belmont notices. I know for a fact that he doesn’t mean my soul more than my body, which is the one thing I love giving to him without impunity.
    “But that is not possible,” Dr. Calvet says, seemingly unaware of the sexual energy between us. “Only the maker of her soul can claim her soul. Daisy, what do you want from Belmont?”
    The way Belmont is still looking has me discombobulated. I’m drawing a blank. “I don’t know.”  
      “I see…” Dr. Calvet checks his watch. “This is a very good start. Tomorrow we can resume. I have an assignment for you. Tonight, tell each other what you would be doing this instant if you had never married.”
    “Tell each other?” I ask.
    “Who else is there to tell?” Dr. Calvet replies.
    I shrug.
    “Daisy, I would like for you to share first.”
    My eyes meet Belmont’s. I have actually thought about what my life would be like without him in it, but I could never decide whether it would be better or worse. However, we say goodnight to Dr. Calvet, and Belmont turns off the system.  
    The equipment stops humming, and now there’s nothing louder than the silence between us. This is when we would typically hug and kiss and touch and rub against each other until we’re hot and bothered and ready to make love. We would do it over and over until we forgot about Dr. Calvet’s assignment. But neither of us wants to feel the electrical shock that occurs if we get within five feet of each other, so we maintain our distance.
    “How have you been?” Belmont asks.  
    Before today, we hadn’t seen each other since the night I kissed Dexter. “I’ve been fine.”
    “I was on my way over to your place before I was abducted.” He snickers.  
    I touch the side of my eye. “So Charlie hit you in the eye?”
    “Yeah, he did.”
    I want to make a joke about how Charlie has been waiting a long time to cold-cock him, but instead I bend over to scratch my ankle. “I can’t believe Charlie and Angelina went through all this just to get us to see a psychiatrist. This is really drastic.” Belmont doesn’t respond, so I look up.
    “Why does that bother you?” he asks, referring to the ankle monitor.
    “Why doesn’t it bother you?”
    “It bothers me.”
    I sit up. “Well, there’s nothing we can do about it. I just have to deal.”
    Belmont is watching me in a strange way. He’s obviously thinking something.  
    “What?” I ask.
    “What, what?”
    “Why are you looking at me like that?”
    He cracks a tiny smile. “I’m conflicted.”
    “Conflicted about what?”
    “At least I’m stuck with you.”  
    “I doubt that’s what you were thinking, but I’ll take it.”
    Belmont’s sexy grin fades into a vulnerable expression. “What you said about that thing feeling like a noose around your neck…” He looks at the shock collar around my ankle. “Do you feel the same way about me, about us?”  
    “No, you’re not a noose,” I say earnestly and hopefully convincingly. It’s not happening at the moment, but sometimes, too many times, I do feel as if Belmont is smothering me. But that makes him less like a noose and more like a pillow.
    “All right,” he barely says. He still has his doubts. I hear it in his tone.
    “Well…” I stand. My head is groggy, perhaps from the anesthesia. “I’m going to take a bath and then cook something.”
    Our stares linger on each other. This is new—being so close and being unable to make physical contact.
    “It’s been a couple of days since I bathed, so I feel grimy,” I add.
    Belmont gets that naughty look in his eyes.
    I point behind him. “Okay, well, could you move five feet that way so I can pass without getting shock treatment?”
    “You do know that I want you?”
    I smirk flirtatiously. “Of course you do.”
    “I’m going to have you.”  
    “Five feet, Jack Lord.”
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