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Chapter 7
The next day at work I was paranoid. Each time someone looked my way I searched for any sign of accusation in their eyes, any hint that they knew what I had done. Casual questions about my day had made me feel nervous. Only yesterday I had felt so comfortable, so in control of my life. Now all I could think about was Isabella. At any moment, she could end my career, turning me from being a respected doctor to a convicted sexual predator. And yet as the day passed, there was still no evidence that anything had ever happened. I tried throwing myself into my work, treating as many patients as I could, working through my breaks to keep myself distracted. It helped, when I was working my brain relaxed into the familiarity of my situation and my thoughts of Miss Swan became less frequent.
I clocked out quite late for a Friday evening and headed to the staff car park. Aside from the nightshift workers, my car was one of the few left. As I drove home I pondered how I would spend my weekend off. I didn't need to hunt, I had fed very recently and was in no danger of being taken over by my blood lust. Several papers sat unfinished on my desk but the thought of completing them was unappealing. A heavy shower came on as I sped down the road, the windscreen wipers furiously batting water out of my line of sight. By the time I pulled into the drive the shower had become a full on downpour, heavy raindrops thudding off the roof of the Mercedes.
I climbed the stairs from the garage to the ground floor of the house, neatly hanging my jacket and bag on the coathooks before ascending the remaining two flights and entering the library. The familiar smell of my treasured books surrounded me yet for the first time they fell short of inspiring me. With my mind restless I paced the floor, wondering how I was going to survive a whole weekend of this infuriating boredom and distraction. I had always prided myself on my strenght of mind and my elite self control. Now that these traits were crumbling around me I felt helpless to know how to respond.
A frantic series of knocks on my front door jerked me back into reality. I hurried down the stairs at an inhuman speed, slowing as I reached the final flight. Living so far out of town I had never had visitors, and I wasn't expecting anyone. Through the glass that made up most of the walls on the ground floor of my house, I saw clearly the soaked figured shivering on the doorstep. Her dark brown hair fell in wet, messy clumps and her sodden clothes clung to her slender figure. As I opened the door, she look up and smiled, a difficult task when her teeth were chattering so violently.
"Miss Swan!? What on earth are you doing on my doorstep in this weather!?" I gestured for her to come in and stood aside and she passed me and stepped into the room.
"I told my dad I was going to spend the night at my friend Jessica's. When my truck broke down I knew I couldn't phone him, he'd wonder why I was heading in this direction rather than towards her house."
"And why were you heading this way?" Even as I asked the question I knew its answer. She turned to face me.
"I wanted to see you, Carlise, I had to see you".