"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 to."

 

 

 

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