Calvet faxes over release forms. The massive system of machines prints them. Belmont winks at me before he signs. I know that look—he’s up to something. I sign my form, and Belmont faxes them back. I hate that we’re being forced to keep our distance. I avert my eyes from his figure. He’s wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of green hospital scrubs. I can tell that being near me has already gotten to him because his bulge is firm. He’s not alone in the aroused department. I want him too. “Daisy?” Dr. Calvet says. I bring myself out of my fantasy of being under Belmont and back into the moment. “Yes?” “Tell me how you met.”
I nod as I think back. “We met on Martha’s Vineyard. I was an emotional wreck.” “And why is that?”
I feel Belmont’s stare picking me apart. “My then-boyfriend and best friend had decided to get married without telling me they were even in a relationship.”
“You felt betrayed?”
“I did at first.”
“What do you mean?”
