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wondering what led you there, and if you've changed since it happened. I'm not just here to shoot the shit with you.” I added the last part in a crisp, no-nonsense tone. I wasn't going to let him think he could get away with speaking to me however he wanted.
    I waited for his rebuttal. My eyes tried to burn into his thoughts.
    The smile he turned on was faded. “Ask me something else then, what's the hold up? The clock is ticking, Charlie.” The anger seemed to settle and his confidence returned.
    I tapped my chin with my pen, I wasn't sure what to ask. Our eyes locked, searching each other for insight.
    “You're thinking too hard,” he said. “Don't think, just ask.”
    I decided to just go for it. I knew he would most likely give me the run around, but it was worth a try. “Why did you kill that man?”
    “That was just a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Which, oddly enough, I feel like right now I'm in the right place.” His teeth flashed as he grinned, then winked.
    My heart that was already charged with feelings, beat faster than it ever had before. The smile he had was mesmerizing. I had to look away, I didn't want him to see the subtle cockiness forming. With no place else to look I glanced down at my notes, hoping my haze would fade.
    “Ah, you agree with me,” he said as he laughed.
    How could I respond? He was right, I wanted to be here across from him. I wanted to feel his presence in front of me again. I'd thought about this meeting with him since our last.
    Every piece of me wanted to climb over the table and grab his broad shoulders, feel the strength of his arms around my waist. I envisioned him pressing his lips against mine as our tongues entwined.
    “Times up,” he said. At that very moment the buzzer sounded and I heard the resonant sound of the door.
    No, not yet. I'm not done here, I thought to myself as the guard entered to remove Owen. I wanted more time, I needed more time.
    I watched him stand, his eyes remaining on mine. He held his smile as the guard unlocked him from the table, ready to bring him back to his single cell existence.
    So badly, I longed for that tattooed beast to just break free, to jump across the room and grab me in his arms. His teeth and lips nibbling over my neck, his scent filling my head until I was lost.
    I itched for all that and more.
    But, in the end, all I had was that final image of his orange back as he vanished.

Chapter Four
    Owen
    I could feel the cold of the small, round, metal table through my clothes . A space of mere inches separated my knees from the top.
    For the first time ever the plate in front of me looked unappealing. I prodded the small portion of peas, gazing at them without a blink. The sounds of men conversing around me were muffled by my thoughts.
    Her skin.
    The soft smooth feel and tranquil color of cream had stayed with me.
    That brief moment of contact made me want her more than I had ever wanted anything. I hadn't been able to clear the image of her from my mind.
    The way she looked at me, her eyes filled with curiosity... the desire she had to figure me out, pick my brain.
    It was fucking sexy.
    I absolutely need to have her. She got my blood pumping. I liked a woman with backbone. She'd refused to back down when my anger took over, that gave me a rush. No running, no hiding. Charlie had guts.
    Maybe it was my attitude, but every other doctor in the past had given up on me.
    Charlie hadn't. She'd stayed.
    When I had sat across from her, all I could think of was how much I wanted to be inside of her. She was flooding every thought I had. I enjoyed this distraction, it's refreshing to think of something different.
    I used to spend my nights dreaming about the outside world, but now they were full of visions of her. I saw her face in my mind like a photo in my grasp, a picture I couldn't take my eyes from.
    Whatever it takes, she'll be mine.
    I'd never in my life felt such a drive to have one single thing. As a kid,