I'm in trouble.

As I stood at the window part of me realized that I had yet to answer my sister's question. But the truth was that I wasn't sure I could give my sister a satisfactory answer.

"Are you alright?" she asked again.

Was I alright?

The simple answer was of course yes.

But the truth…the truth was no.

No, I wasn't alright. And I hadn't been alright since the night John saved my life. John, he wanted me to call him what again? Oh yes…Tarzan.

What kind of a name is that?

I looked out the window and I knew he wasn't far away. It should have creeped me out but it made me feel safe and protected. Ironic, considering my profession.

"Earth to Jane. You alright?"

I turned to face my sister and quickly mumbled a response. If she had been more awake she no doubt would have noticed my distracted state and I would have had to field a dozen or more questions.

As it was she accepted my excuse of having heard a noise outside and nodded sleepily before turning to leave.

I rotated back to the window and gazed at the night sky.

Had it really been only a few days since I met him? I shook my head to divest myself of thoughts of John and closed the window and went back into the bathroom. I closed the lid of the toilet and sat down, dropping my head between my knees as I plugged in my blow-dryer and started the dull roar.

"How did you find me?"

"I hunt. I hunted for you."

I groaned as the thoughts flew unbidden into my head. Then I allowed myself a small smile as I replayed that comment. He had hunted for me? It may have been the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me.

The smile disappeared as I recalled what he had said mere moments ago. And the full impact of the statement hit me.

He wasn't going to take the chance to leave and return to his home because he belonged with me.

That's what he said, and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he meant it. What had I done to merit such devotion?

And why hadn't I stopped it before it started? Why had I been so hell bent on finding him? Why didn't I accept his uncle's explanation for keeping him locked up? Why did I allow him to get so close to me in the park? Why did I stay in the shower too long because I was crying tears over the death of a man I barely knew? Why didn't I panic when I saw him tonight? Why did I have the impulse to throw myself in his arms when I saw him alive and breathing in my bedroom? Why did I close my eyes and give in to the temptation to have him with me, breathing me in, tasting my skin?

If my dear sweet sister hadn't of walked in when she did who knows what would have happened?

Why have I seemingly forgotten the man who asked me to marry him, and why can't I stop thinking about the man I should forget?

I'm in trouble.