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Charles had to find Doctor Kays. It was all falling apart and everyone misunderstood everything. The police wanted him now all because they didn’t get that he was trying to get Rowan to fix the situation at work. He’d had her, and then the cops had come and ruined everything. They were being totally unfair.

He let out a feral scream, drawing the attention of people on the beach. Worry took over, and he dashed off the beach and ran down the street, hiding from prying eyes. Other people needed to mind their own business and leave him alone. He should go back to that beach and teach those people a lesson, but he didn’t have time for that. He needed to find Rowan.

The only way to find her was to head back to her house. He could figure something out. He was smart, much smarter than that bitch. She’d tried to ruin him, but he wouldn’t let her. If only she really knew him, then she wouldn’t have denied him his job.

He’d been fired because of her. She had to change her assessment of him, or he would never get his job back. He could make her see the truth.

Though she’d been absent from her house since he’d been thwarted, he decided to go back and see if he could figure out where she’d gone. Once he found her, he would make her do what he wanted.

He paused as his thoughts turned to how she'd felt underneath him. She'd loved what he'd done. A shiver raced through him, and he shook off his thoughts. Later, once he had her back in his possession, he would think about that again. Right now, he needed to concentrate on finding her.

The area around her house was dark. He smiled to himself as he walked around back, searching for a way in. The stupid teenager next door interrupted him when he tried to go into a side window. Luckily, he was able to get in through a window at the back. He replaced the screen so no one could tell he’d gone through the window.

The house smelled unused, as if a little dust had settled on surfaces. He didn't dare turn on any lights as he slowly made his way around the rooms. He should have been more careful when he'd taken her to the cabin. This could have been resolved by now. Surely, she would have realized how good of a person he was if she'd only spent more time with him.

He found her computer in a room at the front of the house. After closing the curtains and draping a blanket over the window to block the light, he turned on the computer, glad that she hadn't password protected the thing. Why would she? This was her home, and no one else would be looking, except him of course. He should have grabbed her computer before, then he wouldn't have had to come back here.

Unsure where to look first, he stared at the screen for a long moment. He moved the mouse over the screen, finally settling on email. It took a moment to load everything. He went through the subjects, wondering why she was getting emails from other men.

He clicked on an email from a man, seeing that everything inside the email was professional. He drew in a deep breath, reminding himself this wasn’t why he was here. After she took back her claim that he shouldn’t be allowed to work as an air traffic controller, they could work on their relationship. When they'd been at the cabin, he'd known she wanted him. They just had to get past this one problem, and then they would be free to have a real relationship.

He read down the list of emails, finally seeing something about a retreat north of San Francisco. He opened the email, surprised to see that she’d booked two weeks at the place. Why would she do that when she knew she had to help him? Maybe he’d been wrong about her. She was much more selfish than he’d first thought.

He had to go get her. Someone had a negative influence on her, and he had to save her from them. She needed his help. That was the only explanation for her going to this retreat. It was a very loud cry for help, and he would answer that call.