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Chapter 2


I spent the whole night lying awake as I remembered everything. I remembered everything. I remembered that I had remembered before and realized why I'd always loved history so much. I remembered what it was like to be in love, real love, and knew that this marriage couldn't happen. And I remembered what that shock meant when I'd touched carter's hand.

I had planned on talking to him in the morning, but when I knocked on the door to his bedroom there was no answer, and when I opened the door the room was empty and the bed neatly made. I'd missed him. I'd just have to go down to the police station.

As I showered I tried to think of what I'd say to him, but every time I convinced myself that I had to go through with this sham I'd committed myself to I remembered the way he'd held me in a past life or the look of love in his eyes and I'd talk myself out of it. Then I'd think of the way he'd reacted yesterday and convince myself that he wouldn't want me, and marrying Dave was my only option. By the time I'd pulled up in front of the station, I still didn't know what I'd say to him.


I sat behind my desk tapping my pen rhythmically against the report I was supposed to be writing. I'd written her name without thinking four times already, so the thing was rife with scribbles. I couldn't get her out of my head. The way her hair caught the light, her sparkling smile, the distant look in her eyes as she remembered her past, her warm body pressed against mine as she moaned my name… I shook my head vigorously and threw my pen against the wall. Damn that woman! I shoved my hands back through my hair and rested my head on my desk. With a sigh I sat back and looked absently toward the window just in time to see a shiny red Lexus pull up out front. Fuck!

I was still banging my head against the filing cabinet when the bell over the door dinged. I watched her walk over to stand in front of my desk. She stood there chewing her lower lip in indecision, like she didn't know what to say, but it gave me a minute to get a good look at her. Her golden blonde hair fell around her shoulders, and between the smell of product and the frazzled looking ends I knew that she straightened it, making me wonder what kind of natural curl it had. I could tell that the color was natural and not out of a bottle, which was a point to her credit. Her thoroughly manicured and surprisingly dark eyebrows were drawn together in her consternation, and for the first time I noticed that her heavily lined eyes were a startling blue. Her upper lip shone with some kind of pearlescent gloss, but she'd chewed it off the lower, revealing her natural lip color, if slightly darkened slightly from her worrying, which I much preferred.

While her top would have been indecently low cut, the camisole she wore under it only showed a hint of cleavage behind its lace fringe; I much preferred this to yesterday's slutty blouse. Her denim skirt stopped halfway down her thighs, hugging her hips and accentuating her slender curves, and I vividly remembered running my hands over them in my dreams last night. I was suddenly very glad the desk separated us. I only glanced down at her feet, and regretted it. The strappy heels she wore only exaggerated the length of her already long legs, and I suddenly wanted those legs wrapped around me more than anything. I decided that should be my cut-off and finally prompted her to speak.


She opened her mouth but then immediately snapped it shut again. It was another thirty seconds before she said, "We need to talk."

"About what?" I was about ninety-nine percent sure I knew, but I wanted her to say it first.

"What happened yesterday."

I couldn't keep myself from frowning. she sounded like she'd made a decision and I wouldn't like what it was. As a defense mechanism I diverted the subject. "What happened yesterday? You mean you throwing yourself at me, of me making your bald pansy of a fiancé eat chili? Because he deserved that after he fucked up my name six times and-"

Bang! She slammed her hands down on my desk, cutting me off and making me jump. "That's not what I meant, and you know it. But that was extremely rude, and you shouldn't pick on him because he's probably going to get the raw deal in this."

If that meant she was going to leave his sorry ass then I was willing to listen, though I was sure I could never stop making fun of him. I also noticed that she didn't deny acting like a slut and gave her another point for maturity.

"Then what did you mean?" I refused to feed her any information before I knew what she knew.

She sighed and sat heavily in one of the chairs in front of my desk, leaning back and laying her arms on the arm rests, a much different posture than yesterday.

"When we…shook hands… Do you know what that was?"

I watched her closely a minute before nodding. "Do you?"

She stared off out the window for a long minute and didn't look at me when she started speaking. "I… I think so. I don't know what it's called, but I know that it's what's brought us together before. And it's hell to be apart after…after we know. It's like…it's like soulmates."

She finally turned to face me, looking shaken, her eyes begging me to give her confirmation.

"That's…" My voice sounded strained and I swallowed thickly. "That's exactly right. Soulmates."

For a long time we just stared at each other.

"So what do we do now?"

I sighed and leaned back in my chair, resting my elbows on the arm rests and lacing my fingers in a bridge. "Well, currently, you're getting married, and there's nothing I can or will do about it."

"'Can or will?' What's that mean?"

"It means… That's none of your business."

She frowned at me like she'd expected me to immediately spill my life story just because we were soulmates. When I still didn't say anything she growled in frustration.

"Ooh, I knew this was a bad idea, especially after you were such an ass yesterday. I should never have come."

She got up and angrily stormed for the door, and I let her fume for a minute before stopping her as she opened the door.


It was the first time I'd used her first name and it seemed to catch her off guard. Of course I wasn't going to use that God-awful nick-name everyone else did, but… I stood up from my desk and crossed halfway across the room. She stared at me for a minute before coming back to meet me.


"What happens all depends on you. If you want anything from me, you will call off this wedding and send lover-boy packing. Not a minute before will I look at you any differently than I am now.

Unfortunately, I wasn't looking at her in any way that was even remotely platonic. As I'd spoken she'd been staring up at me hopefully, biting her lower lip again, and by the flush that came to her cheeks I was staring down at her just as intently. I wanted to kiss her so badly I couldn't stop myself from reaching up to free that tortured lip from her teeth. through her parted lips I could smell her sweet breath, a taste of her not masked by perfumes of scented soaps of beauty products, a taste of her. Taste her…

I leaned in and kissed her, and my arms went around her waist, pulling her against me so naturally that I swore to myself I'd never let her go again. And she kissed me back just as hard.

Eventually she pulled away, gasping. "How…how dare you kiss me without my permission."

Her voice was breathless, and I knew that comment had come out of the past. She glared at me when I laughed softly, but I just pulled her in and kissed her again. She melted into me, and this time I slipped my tongue between her parted lips. She moaned into my mouth, and her hands tangled in my hair. One of my hands slid up under her shirt to rest on the small of her back while the other settles onto her ass, pulling her firmly against me.

Suddenly she jerked back and slapped me hard across the face. "How…how dare you kiss me like that. I'm…I'm getting married." The petulant twit from yesterday was back, but she sounded shaken. She turned for the door, but I couldn't let her get away.

"You just assaulted an officer. That's a felony, Little Lady."

She turned to gape at me, and I grabbed one of her wrists, taking the handcuffs from my belt and slapping one on. I drug her into one of the cells and looped the cuffs around a steel bar, clapping it onto her other wrist. I stepped out of the cell, leaving it open since she couldn't go anywhere, and turned to look at her. She jerked at the cuffs and growled, glaring at me.

"Don't do that. You'll hurt your wrists."

"Let me go. You can't keep me here. I was completely within my rights to slap you, assaulting me like that."

I laughed and went to the window, drawing the shade down. "Assaulted you? I'm sorry, but I'm fairly certain you wanted me to kiss you as much as I wanted to." I went to the door and locked it, pulling the shade over the window in it, too. "And really, I'm within my rights to hold you for twenty-four hours with no reason whatsoever." I went back to the cell and closed in behind her. "And I'm sure you would greatly enjoy those hours." She tried to move away from me, but I pinned her against the bars, and despite her resistance, through her perfumes and lotions and shit I could smell her arousal.

"You can't do this to me. I'll scream rape."

"Oh, you'll scream."

My mouth instinctively found the place on her neck that made her moan, and all the fight went out of her. She leaned back into me, and I slid my hand up the back of her shirt to unhook her bra, then slid my hands around to cup her breasts. They were even softer than I'd dreamed. She arched into my hands as I kneaded them.

"Carter." The breathy way she said my name made my cock jump. "Please let me go. I want to touch you."

I groaned. God, did I want her to touch me. I let one of my hands fall to my belt, and I felt for the handcuff keys, but they weren't there.



"They're in the desk."

It took me a minute to be willing to step away from her to get them, but as soon as I moved away she started to pant and whimper like a bitch in heat.

"No. Please, stay. Fuck the keys. Touch me."

I heard myself growling animalistic ally and my hands went straight to her hips, tugging her skirt up around her waist. I hooked my fingers into her panties and pulled them down her legs.


She did as I said, and I flung the damp scrap of lace somewhere behind me. I stood back up and slid my hands along her sides, one up to her chest and the other to down. But when I expected to meet downy blonde curls there was nothing but smooth skin.

"The fuck?"

She giggled almost maniacally. "It's called a Brazilian. Do you like it?"

I snorted a laugh. "Makes you look like a little girl. Don't tell me 'Davie' likes this."

She growled and fought against me for a moment. "Fuck you."

"Don't' worry, we're getting to that."

"Oh, bite me."


I bit down on the neck at the same time I shoved two fingers deep into her dripping pussy. I didn't bite hard enough to break the skin, but enough for the pain to offset the pleasure. she moaned, arching away from me and into me at the same time. Her hands gripped the bars in front of her until her knuckles turned white.

"Carter, please!" She pressed her ass back against my crotch, and I thrust against her.

"Fuck, Kam," I pulled my fingers from her center and sucked her sweet juices from them before starting to fight with my belt. I fumbled my pants undone and pulled my dick out, and when I looked up again she was facing my. Her hands were suspended over her head, and she'd managed to twist the short chain on the cuffs around the bar. Our eyes locked for a moment and my mouth crashed into hers. She moaned into my mouth as my hands found her ass, lifting her up. those long legs wrapped around my waist, and I settled her onto my shaft.

She was surprisingly tight, but then again she may not have been as slutty as she acted. and she was so fucking hot I wasn't sure how long this would go on, but I didn't want it to end. I had this beautiful woman moaning my name and we were so connected I couldn't tell where I ended and she began anymore, and engaged or not, for this moment she was mine.

Carter, yes, oh God yes!

I opened my eyes to watch her beautiful face as it contorted with pleasure, and I realized that her sweet lips were only parted with her heavy breathing.


That scream was inside my head. Soulmates… Part of me wanted to explore this bond, but for the most part her pleasure pulled at me, and I was consumed with the need to touch more of her, be closer to her, be deeper inside her. Even suspended over our heads her hands clenched and unclenched, grabbing at the air, but I could swear I could feel her pulling at my hair.

I felt her start to flutter around me and realized I wanted nothing more than to make her feel good. I moved one of my hands from where I held her hips to lightly thumb her clit.

"Fuck! Yes, yes!"

A few more thrusts and she fell over the edge, her muscles tightening around me and squeezing my release from me.

"Kam!" I choked out, burying my face in her neck with a groan. After a long moment my breathing began to slow down and I pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were screwed shut and her teeth dug into her lower lip while her pulse still pounded against me. She was absolutely stunning.

Then she opened her eyes, and if I hadn't known better I would've sworn she loved me. Maybe she did; the past can have a heavy influence on an old soul, and it'd already changed her a good bit. But that gaze made me feel incredibly guilty. I leaned forward, burying my face in her neck so I didn't have to meet her eyes anymore.


"Hmm?" I hummed against her neck, pressing a kiss to the smooth skin. As much as I hated myself for what I'd just done, I still didn't want to let her go.

I could hear her smile in her sigh and she rattled the chain against the bar, reminding me off the cuffs. "Will you let me go now?"

"No," I mumbled against her neck, then pulled back.

She was smiling at me; a sweet, caring, gentle smile that she would've given a man she loved. There was nothing I could do to fix this, though part of me didn't want to. Either way, I set her back on her feet, gritting my teeth on a groan, and stepped away, turning to step out of the cell as I put myself back into my pants. I heard her turn around, watching me most likely, and she laughed softly.

I found the keys in my desk drawer and opened the cuffs from outside of the cell. She rubbed her wrists for a moment, then tugged her skirt down and fixed her bra. I noticed that she didn't bother to look for her underwear as she stepped out of the cell, making me wonder.

She came right to me, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her head on my chest. It tore at me to hold her back and push her away, but I did eventually wrap my arms around her shoulders. she made it look so easy, this shift into being soulmates.

I hated to burst her bubble. "You tell him. As soon as you get back to the house. He's to be gone by the time I come home tonight, as well as the rest of your wedding party.

She looked up at me in shock, as if after what'd happened she didn't expect me to still want her to call off the wedding. She turned away from me, seemingly staring at the wall, but I knew she was warring with herself. The soulmate principle and her past lives drawing her to me at odds with the commitments she'd made already in this life.

"Okay." It was quiet and sad sounding , but I assumed she'd reasoned out the consequences of either action before deciding.


She turned and looked at me-she did look sad-then took her purse from my desk and left, leaving me with the nerve grating ringing of the bell over the door.

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