Erik pivoted on a heel and aimed the camera out across the meadow. He'd already gotten all the photos he needed, but at least the viewfinder gave him somewhere to look. His fingers were tight on the camera, as he wanted them to be on her lovely white throat. No, he wanted them on her body, seeking out its secrets. He knew she wanted him. He'd seen the desire lurking in her eyes at the courthouse, when he'd caught her watching as he explained the National Wetlands Trust to the commissioners. He'd felt her hunger for him that evening, as they spoke of trivialities on the way to her house. And he'd read it in her face a few minutes ago. Just as he wanted her. He still felt the same inexplicable pull he'd felt the first time he'd seen her. The strong sense of inevitability he remembered from that other time was even stronger now. As if their lives were fated to be tangled together. And it scared him.
