Disclaimer: I do not own any characters including: Bobby Manning, Jack Hudson, Myles Leland the third, Lucy Dotson, Tara Williams, Ted Garrett, Sue Thomas, Howie, Levi the Dog, or any other characters that were created by anyone other than me. I only own Makenzee Fields, Aiden Fields, and Marcus Luther. If any character is similar to others it is a mere coincidence and not intentional. There may also be drug references but I mean no offence to anyone at all.

Chapter 4

Makenzee couldn't get any sleep that night. After she was dropped off at her car, a police officer had followed her to the expensive hotel she had decided to spend the week at. Her brain would not shut down; it was constantly processing facts.

He was back. That's all there was to it. She had feared this moment would come all her life, and now it had. The man that had destroyed her happy memories was back.

Makenzee called in at work to tell her secretary that she wasn't feeling great and that she would work at home for a week or two, maybe more. It all depended on F.B.I. She got up at six thirty the next morning and decided to get some fresh air, maybe a cup of hot tea, too.

Makenzee pulled back her hair with a ponytail holder. She slipped into a pair of jeans and ducked her head as she pulled a gray hoodie over her head and she was out of the hotel. She breathed in the fresh air and began walking. Makenzee was soon hungry and found a nice little café to eat at. She picked up a newspaper on her way to a table near the back and sat down to read the menu.

The bell above the door rang and in walked a tall, handsome man. Not many years older than herself. It was hard for Makenzee not to stare, and it became even harder when he sat in the table directly in front and left of her. Facing her. She averted her eyes back to the menu and read it, all the while watching Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome over there in the corner of her eyes.

The waitress came to take her order. Makenzee cleared her throat. "Yes, I'll have the, uh, eggs and bacon and a small tea please, no lemon."

"Anything else?"

"After the meal could I a have a large hot tea to go, please."

"Of course. That all?" The young woman asked.

"Yes. Thank you." Makenzee said gratefully.

The waitress paused and leaned over a few inches. "And oh, just a little hint, you might want to watch out for that guy over there, the Australian, handsome one."

"Why?" Makenzee asked, finding hard again not to look.

"He's a charmer. A nice guy. But a charmer."

"Uh, thanks. I'll be sure to tip well for that little piece of advice."

The waitress laughed and walked away to give her order to the chef. Makenzee's gaze returned for a moment to the man. The Australian Charmer. He smiled when his eyes met hers and she smiled back. It appeared that he was trying to decide to ask her if he could join her or not. She hoped not; she wouldn't be able to say no. He suddenly stood up and took a stride to her table.

"Hey there shiela, I noticed you were sitting alone, and as you can see, we're in the same boat." He said jerking his head toward his table for two. "Would you mind if I join you?"

"Yes." She heard herself say. "I mean no." She stumbled, mentally kicking herself. "No, I don't mind." Her eyes followed his smooth movements as he sat down across from her.

"Although, the waitress did warn me against you," Mak smiled.

"Ahh, she's just jealous. My names Bobby, by the way."

"Makenzee. Call me Mak if ya like."

"What about Mackie?"

She laughed. "Now that's one I haven't heard. And trust me I've heard a lot."

"Mackie it is."

"Hey, I never said I liked it." She warned.

"Sure, sure. It's written all over that pretty face of yours. You love it."

She blushed slightly. "Oh, so you're a physic."

"Apparently not the only one." Bobby countered.

"Really, what do you do, Bobby?"

"Well, Mackie. I'm a carpenter."

"Impressive."

Bobby paused, scrunching his brow into the most adorable frown Makenzee had ever seen. "Really?" He asked surprised.

Mackie burst out laughing and Bobby couldn't help but flash that dashing smile of his.

"Yeah, it takes a lot to stay out in the heat all day, or in the cold in winter."

"Alright, Mackie. What is it that you do?"

"I'm a psychologist."

"Now that's impressive. You like it?"

"Most of the time. It can be a little boring. You know how it is."

"Hmm. I always pictured psychologists to be the boring type."

"Huh, and I suppose with your psychic abilities you knew I needed a little good-natured action in my life?"

"Nah, you seem to me like the kind of sheila that always has something going on. Am I right? Or am I right?"

She pondered that question for a moment. "Close. I don't always have something going on, but lately, yeah, you could say I've been kept on my toes." She said looking at the table then brought her eyes up to his. She hoped he couldn't see the sadness in her eyes, or was it fear that she could feel creeping up? It felt like Bobby could see right into her soul. Man, you would think I'd be terrified of talking with a stranger, yet here I am, flirting my little heart out and I'm not the least bit scared of him. The waitress came with her order and asked Bobby what he would like.

"Just a large coffee to go."

"Alrighty." The waitress looked at Makenzee and walked away, shaking her head with a half smile.

When she returned Bobby took a sip of his beverage and said, "Mmm, you should really try this. It's delicious."

"No thanks, I'm more of a tea person."

"Come on. I guarantee you'll fall in love with it."

"Really, I'm fine."

"Please?" He pestered.

Makenzee let out an exasperated sigh and took the cup from his hand. Her skin brushed his and she felt jolts if electricity fire through her body. She wondered if Bobby felt that, too. She looked at him and it appeared that he did feel it. She brought the cup to her mouth and took a small sip out of the Styrofoam cup. She jerked it back, nearly spilling the coffee. "It's steaming hot!"

"Well, of course. That's the only way to drink it."

"I'll stick to my tea." She took a sip and also jerked it back. "Ouch!" She panted like a dog for a second then calmed down. Mackie looked sheepishly at Bobby, who was trying desperately to hide his grin. "This one was hot, too."

"I can see that. You know, Mackie, most people cool off their drinks before diving in head first."

"Yeah well, I'm not most people."

"Not for a second." Bobby agreed.

Makenzee looked at him for a moment and could feel again that she was blushing. What was it with her today? Yesterday, she would have sworn off men in a second and today she would marry Bobby in even less. She abruptly decided she needed to get out of Bobby's heavenly presence before she did something stupid. She called the waitress and asked if her meal could be boxed and as the waitress left, Makenzee stood up. "Bobby, I really have to go. Work won't finish itself."

He stood up and followed her to the front. After she paid, he did the same and waited for her to say good-bye. Makenzee turned to face him, with her baggie in hand. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Bobby." She turned to leave but he was not going to let her go that easily, not for the sake of the case they were trying to build against her, but for himself.

"Makenzee," he said but she was already out the door. He took a few strides and he was greeted with the spring breeze. He located Makenzee quickly and jogged after her. When he touched her shoulder she jumped what seemed almost three feet in the air. "You okay?"

"Yeah, you just startled me. That's all."

"I was just hoping I could get your phone number, or we could meet somewhere for coffee – or tea." He corrected, smiling.

"Bobby, you're a really great guy, but I have a lot going on right now, and I don't feel comfortable, uh, seeing you again. I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want to, it's just, uh," she stumbled, "under the circumstances, I just don't think I could handle it. I'm Sorry." So so very sorry. Makenzee thought

"Don't be. I understand."

Makenzee gave a polite smile and began to walk away. "But don't you think for a second that I give up that easily." He called out, then instantly regretted the words. But, he figured that if she freaked out, it would be a sure sign that she was being stalked.

Makenzee stopped in her tracks. She slowly turned around and said, "Look, you don't have any right to decide if I'm to see you again. If I do, it will be either because I'm being held at gun point, or I choose to, but don't you dare try to force it on me." At that she turned on her heal and walked away so fast he could nearly see a puff of smoke. He sighed, Well, It's safe to say I blew it!

A/N: I hope you like the chapter, if you do please review! If you don't I will stop writing.