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top of his head. “What the fuck happened to my hair?”
    “Hmmmm, it seems you may have some short term memory loss.”
    “Can he be fixed?” Griffin’s father asked.
    The doctor put the ends of the stethoscope to his ears and listened to Griffin’s heart. When he finished, he said, “As the swelling goes down he should regain his memories.”
    The doctor glanced at me. “It takes time. Be patient and you’ll have your boyfriend back.” He smiled.
    “I think you should leave,” Griffin’s father said.
    “Yeah, send the bimbo out,” Griffin shouted. I sensed his stress and felt back for him.
    I forced myself to remain calm. “I think you’re right.” I exited without saying goodbye. It was obvious my time in L.A. was over. Griffin didn’t even remember me.

 
     
     
    CHAPTER 9
    Katie
     
     
     
    The fligh t home was difficult. I worried about Griffin. I thought about what Cage had said. That maybe Griffin being shot had something to do with Chloe trying to kill me.
    According to the news the police hadn’t found a single lead in Griffin’s shooting. A spokesperson for Crushed Velvet had said that Griffin was in a coma and that their upcoming tour had been postponed until further notice.
    The idea that Griffin had realized his dream and then had it stolen away so quickly was sad. I felt bad for him and the other members of his band, but I couldn’t do anymore. I wasn’t meant to be in his life any longer.
    Goodbye, Griffin , I thought, realizing my time with him was over. I’d had sex with a rock god and it’d been amazing, but it was nothing more than a fantasy. 
    When the plane landed I thought about going to Cage’s. He’d said I was welcome to continue to stay there and I did feel comfortable in his apartment, but I needed to go home. I needed to face the demons there.
    Climbing the steps in my brownstone took more effort than I remembered. Breathing heavily hurt the cut on my neck as well as my shoulder. When I reached my apartment door, I unlocked it and carefully went in. A pungent smell struck my nose. It was a combination of the sweat of too many men and possibly cleaning products.
    I went to the kitchen, pushed open the window and lit a pomegranate-scented candle Birdy had picked up a couple of days before she was arrested. Then I popped a pain pill to ease the discomfort in my shoulder. Once I’d handled the nasty smell and my pain, I faced the living room. It was still a mess. Blood stained the area rug and the cloth-covered loveseat. The police hadn’t moved the chair Chloe had tied me up in and there was a pool of dried blood on the floor behind it. I guessed that was Chloe’s blood.
    The whole scene made my stomach queasy. Part of me just wanted to leave. I wasn’t ready. Instead I decided to ignore it and went into my bedroom. It looked just the same, but somehow felt completely different.
    I wiped at the renegade tears sneaking down my face. “Fuck,” I whispered, falling onto my bed.
    My phone beeped, jerking me out of my wallowing. I took it from my pocket. It was a text from Cage.
    Are you back?
    I smiled. Yes.
    Doing anything fun?
    Just stopped by my apartment. It’s- I wasn’t sure what to say. I was sulking. Miserable. The rooms no longer felt like my home for a couple of reasons. It was silent as an empty grave without Birdy. I missed her and her upbeat personality. She livened up any room. The other reason was because of Chloe. She’d nearly killed me here. The remnants of that memory were still evident in the living room.
    I have some news that might cheer you up.
    That perked my interest. Oh?
    Mind if I come in?
    I wiped my face and ran to the kitchen window, peering down at the street. Cage was standing near the curb, in front of his limousine holding his phone. He waved up at me.
    I waved back. “Hi.” I spoke aloud even though it was doubtful he could hear me. I quickly got on my phone and texted one handed. Come on up.
    Cage tucked his phone in the front