|"I square off with her. Every nerve in my
body feels scoured raw. My muscles ache to throw a punch or plow
down the hall and run from the building. I'm jealous. Crazy
insane jealous. Homicidal jealous.
I want Scully, want her for myself, as my lover. But
Padgett's manuscript has browbeaten my trust in her, filled me
with doubts...about her, about me. I hate the idea that he may
have touched her. I hate it more that she might have asked him