“I thought those drugs made people calm and lethargic,” she said, trying to remember what she’d read about them.

“They can, or they can have other effects such as euphoria and sexual arousal,” the doctor said. “They combine differently in different people, and the two of you are lucky to be breathing.”

Tension cascaded through the room, coming off the man staring at the phone three feet away from her. “Then we can assume the purpose was to kill one or both of us?”

“Maybe. Or the purpose was to kidnap one or both of you,” the doctor said. “It’s hard to tell, to be honest. Neither of you can remember if you only had a few sips or if you drank your entire glass down.” More papers shuffled. “Since you reacted by leaving the party, perhaps the person who drugged you didn’t get a chance to grab you.”

“Or they wanted us dead,” Wolfe said, his voice gritty.

“That could very well be the case,” the doctor agreed. “I think you should file a police report.”

Wolfe shook his head, finally looking at Dana. His topaz eyes had darkened to glittering fury. “No. We need to keep this under wraps.”

“That is your decision, but I want to recheck your blood in a week,” the doctor said.

“Fine,” Wolfe said. “Since we ingested the drugs, there are no other concerns, right?”

The doctor sighed. “Right. Well, except for the unprotected sex. I don’t need to tell you—”

Wolfe cut off the call.

Dana ran her hands through her now blond hair, pulling near her scalp. “We’re both clean, so stop worrying.”

“That’s not what I’m worrying about.” Wolfe tucked the phone away.

She shook her head. “Don’t borrow trouble.” She wouldn’t even go there in her mind.

“When will we know?”

Man, she missed the fun-loving, goofy Wolfe. This guy was too serious, too intense. “It doesn’t matter,” she said.

“Dana.”

“Fine. In two weeks, but I’m not worried about it.” She turned and strode into the living room, stopping at the sight of the sleeping dog. “Force didn’t take Roscoe?”

“No. Roscoe stays with you until I find this guy.” Wolfe turned off the office light and shut the door. “Things have changed. We’re in this together, and Roscoe is part of that.”

Lightning flashed outside and she jumped. Then she turned to face him, her head hurting more. “You’re being crazy.”

The muscle beneath his jaw visibly ticked. “This guy used me to hurt you, and that changes things.”

Sometimes she couldn’t follow his logic. “Hurt me?”

“Yeah. Having drugged sex that you can barely remember definitely hurts you.” Wolfe growled the last words.