Page 92 of Yours for the Taking (Falling For A Rose)

“But you believe he would slip something in your weed and…kidnap you?”

Carla wiggled her hips and jumped off the table. “Never mind. Have a good day, Dr. Morrison.”

“Stop. Carla.” Dr. Morrison went and stood in front of Carla. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to frustrate you at all. I just want you to get the answers you’re looking for.”

“Can’t you find that out by taking a regular exam?”

The doctor sighed. “Let’s just call it an exam using the kit. Not to insinuate anything, but to check for everything. It’s thorough, and it will give you some relief.”

Carla sighed and nodded. “For the record, I don’t think I was penetrated at all. I know my body. But I need to prove that Lennox is lying about us having sex. I’m…” her eyes shuffled away from Dr. Morrison, then back, “…in a relationship, doctor. I love him, and I would never do anything to hurt him. I need to know I didn’t have sex with my ex.”

Dr. Morrison pulled Carla in for a hug, and Carla breathed and exhaled on her shoulder.

“I understand, and I’m here for you.” Dr. Morrison drew back and looked into Carla’s worried eyes. “Climb back on the table. I’ll get Nurse Stenson to help me out. Is that okay?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. I’ll be right back.”

Carla pulled back onto the table as the doctor left the room.

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“Rose and Garnett LLC,this is Phoebe Rose-Davidson speaking.”

“Hey Mrs. Davidson, this is Carla Jones.”

“Carla? Girl, why are you calling my office phone?”

“Because you’re still at work, and you don’t answer your cell when you’re working.”

“Good point.”

“I need a favor.”

“What’s up?”

Carla cleared her throat. “Is there any way you could subpoena a video recording from a bar or club?”

Phoebe sat up from her recline in her office chair. “Yes. I would need a good reason for the judge to grant it.”

Silence lingered.

“Do you have a good reason, Carla?”

“Can this be between us?”

“Of course. What is it?”

“I was smoking a joint last night outside the Velvet Café with a person I thought I could trust, and I think the person I was smoking with laced the joint with something.”

“Oh, no.”

“Unfortunately. It was already rolled, but I don’t remember what happened after that. I just need to see what happened after that. Can you run with this, or do you need more details?”

“I got this.”

“Okay, good. How soon will you know?”

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