Lisa moaned as her alarm clock buzzed. She rolled over and turned it off, then turned back to look at the man awaking next to her.

Jackson's eyes were half open, his long hair mussed, toned chest exposed. He took Lisa's hand and she cuddled up against him.

"Hey beautiful," he smiled at her.

"Hey yourself."

"We never made it to that movie last night, did we?" he realized, laughing.

Lisa giggled. "Nope. Guess we got a little...preoccupied."

Jackson laughed again and kissed her passionately on the mouth. She kissed him back for a moment but then broke away.

"Oh, Jackson," she moaned. "I have to go to work." She smiled sadly at him. He checked the clock and sat up.

"Yeah, I have a meeting," he sighed. Lisa regarded him carefully.

"Jackson-"

"Please, Lisa, don't start."

Lisa just sighed and went into the bathroom.

"Lux Atlantic Resort, this is Lisa," Lisa tried to make her voice sound chipper, but she couldn't.

Truth was, she missed Jack. She knew now what she was feeling. She was madly in love but incredibly confused. She wasn't exactly sure how she could love a killer, but she did. There relationship had been fairly hushed. Lisa had mentioned "her boyfriend" once or twice to Cynthia but had never said his name. As for Joe, Lisa hadn't told him at all.

As Lisa concluded the phone call a hotel employee named Kate ran up carrying a big vase of flowers.

"Hey, Leese, these just arrived for you," Kate said excitedly, handing over the flowers. She waggled her eyebrows as if waiting for further explanation. Lisa's heart lifted slightly and she read the card.

Lisa-

I'm sorry I had to run off so soon this morning. I was thinking about you so I had these sent. I wanted to get some as pretty as your face, but...I don't think any new form of inbreeding could produce flowers that beautiful.

Love, Jackson

Lisa smiled as she read the message. She then noticed Cynthia standing behind her, reading the note.

"Lisa," she pretended to look scandalized. "You had a man over?" Kate laughed.

Lisa's face turned beet red. "So what if I did?" she replied indignantly, but she herself began to giggle girlishly.

"Who is he?" Cynthia demanded, looking at the note again. "Wait-more importantly-does he have a friend?"

Lisa bit her lip. "I don't think you'd like his friends, Cynth."

"If they're anything like him I will," Cynthia insisted as Kate walked away.

"Uh, yeah, they are, but-"

"So who is he?" Cynthia cut her off. Lisa sighed. No time like the present.

"Jackson...Rippner," she said quickly. At first Cynthia looked confused, and then shocked.

"Lisa, you're doing a MURDERER?" she screamed. People began to stare so Lisa dragged Cynthia to her office and shut the door.

"First of all, he's not a murderer. He's a...manager, okay?" she breathed a big breath. "And...it's more than that. I think...I think I love him."

"Wow," Cynthia marveled, shaking her head. "I so want to meet him! Is he hot? He must be hot. He must be ripped, too, with his job..."

Lisa began to laugh and pulled Cynthia back out to the lobby.

Lisa cheerfully unlocked the door that night and bounded inside her apartment, calling, "Jackson! I'm..." she trailed off as she realized no one was there. "...home."

Lisa sighed and hung up her jacket. A note lay on the counter.

Lisa-

I hope you got the flowers. Unfortunately during my meeting my boss told me that we have another job and I needed to go overseas for a few weeks. I can't give specifics because of confidentiality but I hope to be back as soon as possible. I love you.

-Jackson

Lisa crumpled the note in her fist and let it fall to the floor. She slid down on the couch as tears began to roll down her face.

"And you fucking leave me again," she whispered.