The more Tim thought about Caitlin’s words, the more plausible he thought his sister’s theory sounded. Perhaps his inner desire made it feel right; Tim wanted to believe in the truth of the theory. At any rate, he agreed with her that the only way to find out if she had a point was to speak with Josephine. Determined to clear things up with her, he would completely disregard his fatigue and drive back to Vermont. Still, he had to be quick; it was already 4pm when he left New York City and he now felt doubtful as to whether he would find her at the compound or not.

The conversation with his sister served as a wakeup call. As the minutes went by, he realized that her conclusions about him were mostly correct and he did not appreciate that. Indeed, the otherwise fearless burglar had been scared off by a complex situation. It had not occurred to him that something like a complex female situation would overwhelm him so much that he had to get up and leave.

Oh, man… I’ve gone up against rabid dogs, high-end security systems, state-of-the-art safes, cops, huge bodyguards and none of them scared me like this situation. Maybe it’s because I was never good with words. I didn’t have to speak to any of those; I just had to fight my way out. Oh, shit! I totally forgot about Kirkland! Nah, screw that. I can call Jon and ask him to arrange a meet with him. Talking to Josephine is more important now.

About a mile away from the compound, Tim saw a few familiar cars on the opposite lane. Happily, none of them was Josephine’s. The thought that she had left early ran through his mind, but the young brunette was always the last to leave. Tim turned right onto the narrow, snowy road that led to the facility, the tires of his Impala picking up gravel and ice from the ground.

The sight of the parking lot sent his pulse rising. There were only three cars in it, including Josephine’s small, white Honda. Tension was building in his veins, as his pulse thudded in his ears. He parked his car next to hers, feeling his heart beat faster and faster by the second. All of a sudden, his tiredness was gone. It was as if he had just woken up from a good night’s sleep. He stepped out of his car, eagerly anticipating seeing her again. Tim caught a glimpse of a small object, out of the corner of his eye, as he brushed past her car. It was barely two inches behind her front, left wheel. Had it not been for the large lamppost to the left, he wouldn’t have seen it at all. It was a small, grey notebook. Most of it was submerged into the snow and covered under the shadow of the car. The only visible part was the upper left edge. Tim bent down and picked it up. He pushed the snow away from the cover, as a snowflake landed on his right palm.

2-23-2017

Dear diary,

I met the new security guard today. My God, he looks handsome. He’s tall, he has a manly, pointy face, high cheekbones, blue eyes and his voice makes me shiver. It’s so deep, so masculine… His name is Tim Shaw. He used to be a burglar. I’ve never met anyone dangerous. I always believed that I’d be repelled by the idea of being close to one, but I am not. However, he doesn’t look that dangerous. When you think of criminals, you get images of scarred, battered men. He is nothing like that. Tim could well be a swimmer or a model, only bigger and more muscular.

I now understand what my friends meant when they called a man ‘hot’. Never in my life had I met someone as attractive as him. That man has awakened my primal urges. Oh, how I would love it if he took me in his arms… The mere thought of that makes my body tingle. I really hope his duties keep him away from my lab. He could easily distract me and my time is limited. I need to stay focused on my research.

Tim’s hands began to shake uncontrollably and not due to the cold. Dying of curiosity to read her next entry, he turned the page with trembling fingers.

2-24-2017

Dear diary,

Today, I tried to ignore Tim, yet again. It is the only way for me to focus my wandering mind. He doesn’t like it, but I really do not have much choice. I have to resist the temptation.

Laura informed him on the subject of my research. I don’t know what happened between them in the hallway, but I do know that she came on to him later tonight. She knows I’m attracted to him. I can’t hide from her. She would do anything to win him over, just because I like him.

I had to tell him everything about Paul. It really came as a shock when he said that he would not reveal my secret. I needed to thank him for his discretion. What could be better than a kiss? I was so foolish to think that a kiss from him would be enough to satisfy my lust. I told him to stop but, deep down, I didn’t want him to. My God, I have never felt like that in my whole life. The way he touched me, the way that he made love to me just… swept me off my feet. And I would have loved to stay in his room and have him touch me again. But, I could not. I had to make him believe that we had to forget about it and staying there would make it all the more difficult. How could one say ‘no’ to such a thoughtful lover? I found it really hard to get out of there. Why did you have to be so good to me, Tim? You are sweeter than sin; I have to stop this now, before we both get in trouble…

Tim was stunned into stillness. The thoughts he had just read had sent his adrenaline into the ozone layer. In just a few lines, Josephine had managed to describe her feelings for him very well. Unable to take his eyes off of the notebook, he just stood there, as the snowfall quickened, the cold temperature causing frosty air from his mouth to cloud his vision. His fingers were turning blue, but his shock was so deep that his muscles couldn’t find the strength to move. He had no idea about the existence of more entries and he would not attempt to flip through the pages. A small hand in a black, woolen glove entered his line of sight, gently pulling the notebook out of his shaking grasp. Tim slowly rolled his gaze up. It was Josephine. He was so lost in his thoughts that he had failed to hear her footsteps on the snow. She had snowflakes in her long, brown hair and a desperate look on her beautiful face.

“Now you know…” The soft whisper that escaped her tore the silence, sending shivers down his spine, as their gazes met.

“I don’t believe this,” he uttered. “I just can’t.”

“Well, it’s true,” Josephine confessed. “I thought you’d left. Why did you come back?”

“For you…” Tim whispered. “I wanted to ask you a few things. I guess I don’t have to now.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she continued, her voice quivering as she looked deep into his eyes. “My diary, your questions… nothing matters. We can’t d…”

He didn’t give her time to finish her sentence. Tim wrapped his big, strong arms around her back, pulling her close. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head down to meet her lips and pressed his mouth against hers. Her gasp of surprise did not discourage him. Lost in his embrace, Josephine did not attempt to break free of his hold. Entwining her arms around his waist, she kissed him back, as he ran his hands up her back. Tim’s left hand stopped just before her hairline, while his right slipped into her hair. Savoring her gentle, passionate kiss, he knotted his fingers in her soft hair, feeling her warm breath on his skin. He trapped her upper lip between his own lips and gave it a short, sweet kiss, before pressing his forehead onto hers.

“I know what you were going to say,” Tim whispered, slowly opening his eyes. Several strands of her hair were falling across her face. He took his left hand off of her and used it to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear. “I’ve heard it all before; I don’t want to hear it again.”

“Please, Tim,” she begged, the sound of her sweet, feminine voice overwhelming his senses. “Please, forget you ever knew me. Nothing good can come out of this.”

“You couldn’t be more wrong, doc,” he said, a bitter smile spreading across his face. “There’s more to life than just work.”

“I know,” Josephine sighed, nodding at the same time.

“I don’t think you do,” Tim claimed, his tone tranquil as he caressed her hair. “Will you let me show you?”

“What, Tim?” She whispered, as tears rose in her eyes. “Show me what?”

“I just need a few hours of your precious time,” he said, his voice lowering to a tender whisper. “One date: that’s all I’m asking.”

“God…” Josephine heaved a deeper sigh. “You’ve read my diary. You know how much I want to say ‘yes’ to you, but…”

“Then do it,” Tim interrupted, putting a little force in his voice. “Say ‘yes’. What do you have to lose?”

His hands trembled violently, as she squeezed her eyes shut. Josephine bit her lower lip; her attempt to fight back the tears soon proved hopeless. Two tears toppled over the edges of her eyes and began to roll down her face, making his heart melt. By now, it was beating so loudly that he could hear it. Tim sucked in a deep breath, eagerly anticipating her response, as a northern breeze tugged at her hair. A few seconds felt like an eternity.

“One date,” Josephine asked as she sniffled,

“Yes,” Tim replied.

“Ok…” she whispered, wiping her tears off her face, sending waves of joy up and down his body. “Just one date: you’ll leave me alone after that. Please; promise me.”

“Cross my heart,” he said with a grin. “Come on; let’s go.”

“Just follow me,” Josephine requested. “Where do you want to go? I live in Manchester; it’s quite close.”

“Alright,” Tim nodded. “Are there any dance clubs there?”

“Dance clubs?” There was a hint of tension in her voice. “You want to…”

“Take you dancing,” he finished her sentence. “Well?”

“I have no idea,” she smiled, embarrassingly. “I don’t go out much.”

“I’m sure we’ll find a place,” Tim maintained. “Lead the way.”