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between words long enough to drag up another anxiety producing thought from the dregs of my overactive imagination.
    "Did someone else see the files or the film?"
    "I've explained it a dozen times, Riona," Rick patiently answered. "All of my sensitive work, including the film development and storage, takes place in a secure location. The files and undeveloped film from your shoot are locked up right next to those of a member of the royal family -- just don't ask me which country's royal family, princess."
    "So the only people who know what the shoot looked like are you and St. Simon?" We were only two minutes into the phone call and this was my second attempt to indirectly force his admission that my rope master was, in fact, Simon. He hadn't fallen for the first try.
    "Stop trying to trick me," Rick said, spotting, and deflecting, my second attempt. "You read the confidentiality agreement, you know I cannot and will not name the other party to the photo shoot."
    "Just tell me I'm right," I snapped. "I've already given you all the proof!"
    He chuckled, the sound throaty, masculine and completely annoying. "Princess, the sum total of your proof was a painting you thought I'd done and sent to London. Now you know I'm not the artist, so you have no proof. As I see it, that leaves you with two options. You can keep trying to dupe me into revealing the third person's identity and, be warned, I will hang up the next time you try."
    "And the second option?" I groused.
    "Second, ignoring whether Simon may or may not be your rope master, I can answer a few questions about my good friend."
    That last little bit of his reply shocked the oxygen out of my lungs.
    "You and Simon are friends? Good friends? Why don't I already know that?"
    Another chuckle, exactly the same as the one earlier but less annoying now that he had piqued my curiosity. "If you knew, then Dylan would know -- although big brother probably already does know but doesn't want it thrown in his face all the time. Ever been stuck between two friends, princess?"
    I puffed air into the phone, freshly irritated at his continued use of "princess." He was only doing so because he figured (correctly) there was no way in hell I was going to be the one to end this conversation, not when he had all the information and I had all the questions.
    "First I would have to have two friends at the same time," I said, my voice suddenly fragile at the reminder of what a lonely childhood I had experienced. My brothers were my friends, and I was at times stuck between their competing interests, but they had always been careful in handling such situations. As often as not, my care was their competing interest. I had been stuck, as well, between Marjolein and Dylan, but that was an easy choice: I knew Jo-Jo would be the best thing that ever happened to my overly uptight brother, so siding with her was the same as siding with him -- in the end.
    "Poor princess," Rick said, his tone devoid of any actual sympathy. "What's your choice, hang up or interrogate me about Simon."
    "An interrogation is in order," I purred, the smile on my face matching the smile in my voice. "Is Simon adept at rope bondage?"
    "Ground rule number one -- I will not answer questions designed specifically to identify Simon as your rope master. Ground rule number two -- if you keep asking such questions, like was Simon in New York three weeks ago -- I may or may not lie when responding. Or, again, I may hang up on your sweet little butt."
    I could hear the smile in his voice and it made my shoulders sag. I flounced backwards on the bed, its insanely plush stuffing trying to tease me away from the game at hand.
    "Fine," I sighed, knowing deep down I was a terrible, and very obvious, player at the game anyway. I had always been more interested in the arts growing up -- the visual ones, at least. Music was okay, reading fiction was an occasional diversion. The only thing that could get me to sit still was making something with my