The drive out to San Gervasio wasn't long, but it was a bit wild because their taxi driver Juan Carlos kept up a constant stream of friendly questions, not paying much attention to the road. He seemed more intent on paying attention to Sara and even offered to not only wait for them until they'd toured the ruins, he informed that he sometimes hired out as a tour guide and would give them a two for one special.

Nick considered it briefly, that is before Sara interrupted him. "Uh, no, that's ok. We're not really sure how long we're going to be and I think we just want to explore."

Nick quirked an eyebrow at her.

"I can wait all day." Juan Carlos smiled broadly at her. It was obvious that he was in no hurry to leave her and Nick alone.

"Juan." Nick began.

"Ah, my mother would cringe if you did not use my whole name." He smiled at Nick and wondered how crazy this American was that he hadn't snatched Sara up. He had asked them some very direct questions when they'd gotten into the taxi and he'd quickly found out that Nick and Sara weren't married and they weren't dating either. He saw it as a perfect opportunity to try and secure a date with Sara.

Nick tried to hold back a smirk.

Sara looked over at Nick and widened her eyes at him in a meaningful stare that indicated she'd appreciate it if he would do something to intervene.

Nick almost chuckled. "Uh, Juan Carlos."

The friendly taxi driver interrupted. "I have an idea. I give you a quick tour of the most important sites and then I come back to the taxi and wait for you." He lowered his voice conspiratorially, deciding he was going to give this crazy American guy one more chance. "Then you and the lovely lady can be alone and you can make your move."

Sara's face turned a lovely shade of pink at the not so subtle hint.

"It's a deal." Nick chuckled softly and then glanced over at Sara, noting the color in her cheeks. He offered her a soft smile and reached over and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

She couldn't help but smile.

"Ah." Juan Carlos noticed the exchange and grinned. "See I tell you that you two are perfect for each other. Too bad for me, seńorita, you are a very beautiful woman. Nick here, he's going to win your heart."

At that moment, Sara wouldn't have minded if the ground had swallowed them up.

Fortunately, they had arrived at San Gervasio and Juan Carlos became just as talkative about the history of the ruins as he had been about quizzing Nick and Sara about their lives. And true to his word, he pointed out some of the highlights, explaining the history and perhaps embellishing a bit too much before heading back to his taxi to wait for them.

As they strolled around the temple ruins, Sara glanced over at Nick and smiled. "He is quite a character isn't he?"

Nick laughed, instinctively putting his arm around her shoulders for a moment in a friendly gesture. "I'm sure if you gave him the word, you could be married by the end of the day."

Sara stopped walking and crossed her arms over her chest and did her best to glare at him, even though she could feel from the warmth infusing her cheeks that she was blushing.

Nick tried to stifle his grin as he turned to look at her, raising his hands in surrender. "I'm sorry. I'll stop teasing you."

Sara rolled her eyes, knowing full well that Nick couldn't stop teasing her any more than he could stop breathing.

He smirked. "About that." He put a hand on her shoulder and propelled her forward through the lush jungle vegetation to inspect some more of the ruins. "I'll lay off about Juan Carlos."

Sara furrowed her brow for a moment as they walked and then glanced over at Nick. "Maybe I shouldn't have worn shorts. In some cultures it makes them think I'm a loose woman."

Nick shook his head. "He was probably mesmerized by your beauty." He glanced at her legs a little longer than necessary, raising his eyebrow a little suggestively. "And the fact that you have sexy legs that go on forever probably didn't help."

Sara slammed her fist into Nick's gut and walked a little faster. "So I shouldn't have worn shorts." She didn't want him to see any more of the color infusing her cheeks at the thought that he found her legs sexy. As if things weren't complicated enough sharing a bed.

Nick stood there for a moment, his hands resting on his hips as he let out a frustrated sigh. He shook his head and then started after her, calling out softly. "Sara."

She didn't turn around, she just kept on walking purposefully towards a small Mayan pyramid.

"Sara." He was almost next to her now, having had to jog to catch up. "I'm sorry."

She stopped and narrowed her gaze at him. There wasn't really anger in her eyes, just a little bit of hurt. "It was hot outside. I didn't think that I was going to get hit on by wearing shorts. I probably should have worn a skirt instead."

"Hey." Nick rested his hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry that Juan Carlos kept hitting on you and I'm sorry that I'm not helping."

Sara didn't say anything.

He smiled genuinely. "I didn't mean for that comment to sound the way it did. I mean, I really do think you have sexy legs. " He smiled a little wider as he saw the corners of her mouth twitch upwards. "I just didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

Sara's cheeks were definitely pink, but she looked him in the eye and smiled. "Thanks."

Nick looked at her intently for a moment. "Are we ok?" One of his eyebrows lifted inquisitively.

She nodded. "Yeah, we're ok." She cleared her throat. "I'm sorry I punched you in the gut."

Nick chuckled. "That? You barely touched me." He winked at her and pulled her into a hug and for a moment considered that maybe he should take Juan Carlos' advice and make a move.

Sara couldn't help but smile as Nick held onto her a moment longer than he really needed to. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered if this vacation might be the start of something different between she and Nick, something that might push them across that fine line that separated friendship from romance.