*************I can't seem to face up to the facts

I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax

I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire

Don't touch me I'm a real live wire*******

Carina bumped down the road in the Range Rover listening to The Talking Heads, "Psycho Killer" to be exact. She had the roof off and the wind in her hair as she headed to the reservation, it was a warm, dry desert day and she was happy to be alive.

She grinned because it did remind her of him; having the upper hand with Mac was entertaining for her. He had been like a rabid dog the last time she had seen him, when he tried to bang her in the parking lot of Walter's place.

She almost let him, that was a fact. She wasn't proud of herself or how she had let herself be swept away by him but it was a fact. Being in close proximity to him was not in her best interest. The town was so small and their friend group even smaller, sometimes she had no choice but to be in Mac's company.

She would just have to be careful and keep her gun nearby when she was home alone. He was so hard to resist though. Mac oozed sexuality from every pore in his body, the way he moved was fire and if she wasn't careful she'd get burned badly.

It just wasn't worth the risk.

/

***************Psycho Killer

Qu'est-ce que c'est

Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away oh, oh, oh

Psycho Killer

Qu'est-ce que c'est

Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away oh, oh, oh, oh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!*************

Mac worked in the garage all week but he couldn't think straight. The radio was blaring old eighties rock right in his ear because Walter was there doing the books and that was his preferred genre of music. But he couldn't get Carina off of his mind.

She had been back for eight weeks and she had turned his whole world upside down. Never had he ever been so enthralled with a woman that he didn't want to fuck anyone else.

Sylvia had tried throwing it at him a few times and he just wasn't interested, a first. Carina was hiding out in the canyon and he hadn't even seen her at the grocery store recently. But he'd see her soon, he knew.

It was Reggie's birthday that night and Walter was making a party for her, Carina would be there and he'd have another chance to wear her down. She'd come around eventually, he was running out of patience though.

/

************************You start a conversation you can't even finish it

You're talking a lot, but you're not saying anything

When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed

Say something once, why say it again?

Psycho Killer

Qu'est-ce que c'est

Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away oh, oh***************************

The song was playing when she walked in that night and he was aware of her immediately, she looked delicious and he licked his lips as she walked by. In his hand Mac held a pool cue, and he had been playing with Devon, even as she ignored him she still stirred him up.

He would give her time to socialize and eat and then start working his magic on her full force.

After everyone ate and Walter brought out the cake for his only daughter Carina made her way to the jukebox to look for more music to play. She snacked on a piece of birthday cake as she checked the list of songs.

Some things never changed, this old jukebox was a staple of her childhood and here she was, still looking at the same damn songs.

Mac couldn't wait another minute and of course he sidled up next to her the first chance he got "You'd look better with my hand around your neck," He murmured into her ear.

"Jesus Christ Mac!" She hissed, "Can you stop for one night?"

Deciding he had more to say on the matter he ignored her and continued, "And all marked up…"

"Not even when we're old and grey and forty." She laughed, taking a forkful of cake and putting it in her mouth. He was mesmerized.

"Come on Carina, don't be like that," He ran his nose over her neck from behind, "Where's the fun in that?"

She turned then with a fire in her eyes ready to smash the remains of the cake in his face. His obsession with her had to stop, tonight.

"Knock it off!"

"Make me, baby!" He held his hands up as if there were cuffs on them and winked at her.

"You're ridiculous," She pushed him off her and headed for the side door that led out into a courtyard that was closed for the winter. Out of her purse she pulled a cigarette and lighter, "Don't follow me!" She warned so of course he did just that.

Outside they continued the argument as it got dark in the parking lot. Mac saw it coming but was powerless to stop it, he didn't want her to get hurt but she was headed for disaster. Instead of heading to her car she was heading out by where the picnic tables were, but Devon had been digging up pipes to replace the water and propane feeds all week.

"Carina watch your step…"

There was a hole on the side of the bar where the feeds were and he watched as she stumbled from it.

Carina fell just as he grabbed her shirt, but it was out of his fingers in a flash and she went down like a ton of bricks. He could hear her wrist crack on the curb and she screamed. Without even thinking about it Mac picked her up immediately in his arms bridal style and took her inside the bar.

"It's ok honey I got you, I got you,"

She was crying and it just about broke him.

/

Carina's wrist was broken and they put her in a cast at the emergency room. Mac had taken her and taken control of everything as if he was her spouse. He spoke to the doctors and even knew that Carina was allergic to Penicillin and on birth control. She was in too much pain to object.

"Guess i'm gonna have to move in with you…" Mac said as they were getting ready to leave.

'What the fuck are you talking about?" She laughed, "I might be in pain killers but there's no way I'm that high."

"You can't be out in the canyon alone with a busted arm. It's not safe…" Mac explained, "I'm not the only asshole out there cooking and getting high…you know this."

"Funny, no one but you had bothered me," She snarked back at him, but she knew he was telling the truth, "I'll get Reggie…"

"Yeah, she's afraid of her own shadow and Sylvia is no better, nope. I'm not taking no for an answer. You're a sitting duck for any nit wit to come along, and right now I'm your best hope for safety."

"I can still shoot my gun…"

"Left handed? You aren't that good a shot with your good hand."

"My offer to blow your dick off still stands…" She winced at her poor choice of words.

"What's this, you wanna blow me?"

"In your dreams…"

"Everynight sugar," He crooned.

"Leave it to you to parlay my misfortune to your best case scenario...you're sleeping on the couch."

She walked out the door and he grinned checking out her ass as he went, "For now."

"And don't even think about trying to sneak in my room. I'll belt you with this cast so hard you'll see stars."

"I already am sugar…"

"What?"

"Promises promises." He drawled as they walked through the parking lot to his truck.