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faced him squarely. His sister’s warning about Kat resounded in my head. Don’t let her manipulate you .
    “Blake, I believe you.” My voice was soft but solid. This was a big step forward for me in the trust department. Dr. Williams, my support group leader, would be proud of me.
    He blinked his eyes in disbelief. “You do?”
    “I do. Are you okay?”
    “I feel like fucking crap. Like I have a major hangover. Everything’s so hazy.”
    My poor baby. I wrapped my arms around him and drew him close to me. He held me against him, my head resting on his heart. The heart that belonged to me.
    “I think the bitch must have gotten me drunk, but I seriously don’t remember what drink I ordered. Or how many.”
    “Did you blackout?
    “I must have. But I’ve never done that before.”
    I digested Blake’s words and his condition. He had some form of amnesia. In my rape support group, there were a couple of girls who unknowingly had been drugged at a bar and had been date raped. When they woke up naked in a strange bed or in a dark alley, their rapist was long gone, and they had no memory of what had happened.
    I had a hunch. Fucking Kat had drugged him and virtually raped him. What a sick chick! I was going to prove it and have my revenge.
    “Come on, baby. Let me give you a bath. And then we’re going to your doctor.”
    “I don’t need to go to a doctor. I just need to rest and be with you.”
    “Baby, I want to make sure you’re all right. And I have a theory I want to prove. It’s going to take a test.”
    Reluctantly, Blake agreed. I helped him off with his clothes and then led him to the bathtub.

Chapter 9
    Blake
    I felt fucking violated by the fucking bitch. Dirty, used, and abused even though I couldn’t remember a goddamn thing. The thought of Kat having her mouth any place on my body, let alone my dick, sickened me. I only belonged to one woman. My tiger who was kneeling by the tub and washing away the vague memories of last night. How could I let myself drink my way to submission and oblivion? Hadn’t I learned my lesson? I leaned my head against the tub and squeezed my eyes closed, soaking in the guilty pleasure of the tender touch of the woman I loved. And could have lost.
    “How do you feel?” asked Jennifer, helping me out of the tub. She draped a large fluffy towel around me.
    “Fucked up.”
    The bath had helped only a little. Waves of nausea still rolled in my chest; my head was spinning, and I was experiencing coordination problems. Even buttoning my jeans was a challenge. Jen helped me get re-dressed and insisted on driving me to our family doctor’s office in Beverly Hills. God bless her. I was seriously in no condition to drive.
    I tried to think straight. How was I going to handle this mess? Pointing the finger at Kat had all kinds of repercussions—from an unwanted scandal to a rift between my mother and hers. The wedding itself could be jeopardized.
    “Jen, I don’t want to go through with this,” I protested as she pulled her Kia into the parking structure of the medical building where Dr. Klein, an internist, had an office. He had been our family physician for years and had a very close relationship with my parents as well as my sister.
    “You have to. For yourself. And for me,” she retorted in search of a parking spot. “We need proof that Kat drugged you.”
    “Drugged me?” My voice rose an octave.
    “Yes.” She shot the word at me, without giving me a chance to contest it.
    “What do I have to do?” I could take a bullet for Jen, but the thought of a long needle being inserted into my flesh freaked me out. I could be such a wuss.
    “Not much. Just pee in a little cup.”
    I inwardly sighed with relief, but the outstanding issues weighed on my chest. “What if it comes back positive?”
    “Then we’ll know.” Her voice was matter-of-fact.
    “But what if Dr. Klein starts asking all kinds of questions?”
    “You’re just going to tell him that you don’t