I briefly considered climbing back into my rental and high-tailing it out of there until the King of Pop himself opened the gate for me and offered a warm smile and his hand.

"You must be Doctor Christine Rowan." He said in a soft voice. I nodded, with my mouth slightly agape and shook his hand. "I'm sorry it worked out like this. My request, you see...to protect my privacy. You understand, right?" I nodded again, still gaping, and belatedly realized how rude I was being.

"Oh, my God. I'm so sorry. I'm being very rude, aren't I? Hello, Mr. Jackson. I'm Christine Rowan, of course you know that now. It is very nice to meet you." He grinned at me and then watched me curiously.

"Is--is there something on my face?" The classic question when stuck in an awkward stare-down. His grin widened and he shook his head.

"No. Nope, I was just admiring your accent. Call me Michael." I blushed the color of a ripe tomato. "Shall we? I'd like to give you a tour of the house and grounds. Don't worry," He added when he saw that I was about to interrupt. "I'll give you a full work up of my medical history after you've been settled...Doctor."

"Mr. Jackson, do you live here alone?" I asked.

"No, of course not. My children live here with me. Please. Call me Michael." I'd forgotten he had children. This ought to be interesting. I nodded and he turned with a smile to get back into the golf cart. "Aren't you coming?"

"What about my car?"

"Leave the key in the ignition. It'll be taken care of." I nodded, yet again, and joined him in the cart.

"So, about how fast does this baby go?" I asked. "20? 25 miles an hour?"

"50." He replied, still grinning. He had a lovely smile.

"I've never heard of a golf cart that could go 50. It doesn't sound safe."

"Oh, don't be a Nervous Nellie." He teased. "Wanna see how fast it feels? I promise I won't be reckless, Doctor." Throwing a wink in my direction to lighten the mood, he revved what little engine the cart had. Despite myself, I smiled and nodded.

"Alright. Go on, then."

Short again. I know. :) But it does get more interesting, I promise.