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And now his sister was shoveling right along beside him, like he really needed the help . Dave turned the conversation back to Fiona.
    “Why did you come, Fiona?”
    He could tell she debated answering and without really considering it, fixed her with a Dom look. She blinked and looked at the floor. Shit. Submissive. “I came to find you, Dave, because I love you and I missed you.” Her explanation was barely audible but loud enough for him to hear.
    It was his turn to blink. What the fuck was he supposed to say to that? She loved him. Just as he loved her. But it was impossible to go that route. He was a Dom, and she was a good girl. He shook his head, conflicted. Her words hung between them and then crumbled to the floor when he said nothing in return. Fiona’s eyes brimmed with tears, and her mouth trembled. She looked around the room wildly to where Jackie watched in apparent fury and Ashley looked resigned. He could still redeem this. He could reach for Fiona, dominate her with his personality and make amends, but he was too afraid. Dr. Massey’s raised eyebrow popped into his head, and he shook it again. Fiona’s hurt blue eyes focused on the motion, shifting to a troubled gray.
    “I’m sorry I embarrassed you, Dave. I haven’t changed, so I guess I thought, I hoped, you wouldn’t have, either. I apologize.”
    Fuck, she was such a lady, such a well-mannered girl, and she was walking away to pick up that ridiculously huge purse she always carried. He swore she could go anywhere with that bag and live out of it for a week. He struggled to say something, anything, and then evil fate once again intervened to fuck him right up the ass. Max and Meredith walked into the Club, the good doctor wearing her famed red stilettos and her tight, fire-engine-red dress. Fiona stood there with that damn purse held like a shield between them, clearly struggling to control her emotions, and Meredith immediately responded as the shrink she was.
    “Hello. Meredith Massey.” Dave watched numbly as Fiona stared at Meredith’s outstretched hand and then at her face. Her stunning eyes cleared of the unshed tears, and something cold and calm entered them. Her lips firmed, and her face tightened. His girl had guts and spirit to balance her submissive nature, but he could only guess at what it cost her.
    “Fiona Lambert.” She touched her fingers to Dr. Massey’s and nodded to her before walking past, her slender little body erect, taut to the point of breaking, and Dave just watched her go. His feet felt glued to the floor. She managed to haul one heavy door open and slipped through it. The door quietly swung shut, and silence ensued.
    “Asshole.” Jackie hit the nail on the head with her comment. Then she turned and stomped away and into the Club proper. Ashley, taciturn as ever, gave him a speaking glance with those icy eyes and followed her girl. Beau didn’t even come over to greet him, and he, too, gave him a baleful glance. Max, showing his usual sensitivity, mumbled something about getting a room organized and nearly ran after the two women. Meredith raised that infernal brow.
    “That was Fiona,” he said unnecessarily. “I just fucked up royally. I wanted to go and talk to her on my terms, and she beat me to it. I have no idea what to do now.”
    “I’d suggest you run after her and crawl at her feet, Dave, but she’s probably long gone and would likely kick you in the teeth if she isn’t. Go join Max, and mayhap our final session tonight will give you insight and a way to proceed. Oh, and Dave? You’ll never top that girl twenty-four-seven.”
    “I’m not topping her ever.” He sounded like a pouty five-year-old who’d just seen his favorite toy broken, and Meredith narrowed her eyes at him. Dave numbly made his way to find Max and wished he was anywhere else in this goddamn world. Asshole. Grade A.

Chapter Four
     
    It didn’t hurt. At least, it didn’t hurt so badly she couldn’t function. Fiona kept