Chapter two is here. Thank you for your reviews. I'm always thrilled when I get them. I think I know where I want this story to go. Enjoy!

Catherine almost turned her car around and drove home three times. Would Vincent think her too needy because she couldn't sleep without him? Was two months too soon to feel so...attached? Or was she just over thinking everything?

"Get it together Cat," she muttered to herself. She pulled her car up to the fence outside of Vincent's warehouse. Getting out, she stretched and looked up at the building. It was rundown and didn't look very welcoming. Despite its unappealing appearance, she became elated at the sight of it. Her stubborn heart knew he was near.

Locking her door, she made her way through the fence and started walking to the entrance. The night was clear and slightly cool. She crossed her arms to ward off some of the chill. Being with Vincent...being with him was like a culmination of dreams she hadn't allowed herself to think about since she was a child. He was a strong and good man, who wouldn't step on someone smaller than him to meet his goals. She loved him, even though she hadn't told him yet.

Catherine was almost to the entrance when the door flew open and Vincent came running out. She screamed,startled. He quickly averted his path so he wouldn't plow into her. Hand over her heart, as if to contain its racing, she looked over at him, eyes wide.

"Vincent, is everything okay?" she asked. Was a Muirfield agent here? Was he hurt?

He walked to her and looked her over. "Are you okay? You're not hurt?"

"No. Just wondering why you ran outside like someone was chasing you?"

"I heard you out here and thought you were hurt."

She glanced down at her hands then at him. "No. I..." How the heck do I tell him I drove over here so I could go to sleep? That apparently after two months of being together, I can't sleep without him beside me?

He reached up and brushed his hand across her cheek. "What are you doing here? I thought you needed to sleep tonight."

She shrugged her shoulders and rubbed her cheek against the palm of his hand. "Apparently I can't sleep without you." She peaked up at him to see his reaction to her words.

He chuckled and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "What a coincidence, neither can I."

His answer thrilled her. It was nice to know she wasn't the only one feeling so out of sorts. She leaned up and brushed her lips against his.

"Then let's go to bed. Maybe we'll get some sleep tonight."


Vincent was relieved to know Catherine wasn't hurt or outrunning dangerous people. Once she reassured him that she was fine, the red haze over his eyes went away. He couldn't handle her in danger. The beast in him would kill (and had killed) anyone who harmed her.

When his worry dissipated, all the tension he felt earlier came roaring back. One hour with the boxing bag couldn't lessen the effect of having her in front of him. She was here. Just where he wanted her. She had come to him.

Now he was leading her inside. He was trying not to move too quickly, but his body was urging him to take her where they were standing. So it was either outside or on his semi-comfortable bed.

"Someone is in a hurry," Catherine observed. "Did you have something in mind?"

He led her up the stairs, holding on tightly to her hand. "A lot. We just need to make it to the bed."

They came into the main living space he shared with JT. Not wanting to hear anything from JT, he quickly led her through the room until they reached his bedroom. He shut the door and turned to face her.

"Are you tired?" he asked. He knew she wanted this night away to get a good nights rest, but he had to have her.

She shook her head. "I was. But now that I'm here, not so much."

"Good," was all he said before grabbing her and crushing his mouth against hers.

This is what he needed. Just her in his arms. Loving her.