1"I do," she spat out. Her head ceased its aching and she exhaled a huge deep breath.

"You may kiss the bride."

Jackson leaned into her and pressed his mouth on hers. Inside her mind was screaming but she exchanged the kiss, only for the benefit of the audience.

Jackson took her hand and they followed the tradition of racing down the aisle to the waiting limo with the sign Just Married. He opened the door like a gentleman and slid in next to her. She pushed herself as close to the other window as she could, as far away from his as she could get, and pressed her face against the warm windowpane.

Jackson shut the sliding window in front of him so the driver wouldn't hear them talk.

"That was close," Jackson said quietly. It reminded Lisa of the noises of relief he had made back on the plane when she had just sold her soul.

Lisa glared at him. She felt like she'd sold it, all over again.

"What's with you?" he asked her in an annoyed tone.

"Take a guess," she spat through her teeth.

"Falling for your almost killer?" he jeered. Lisa didn't answer him. "Lisa, tell me, what the hell was going through your head up there? I thought you loved me."

Lisa shook her head. "You don't understand."

"No, actually, Leese, I've a pretty good idea," he told her as they approached the reception hall. "You love me, but you're afraid to give in to your emotions because you think about what I've done to you."

Lisa winced. Hit the nail right on the head.

"Is that it, Leese?" he asked in a singsong voice. "Is it?"

Lisa remained wordless. Jackson jerked out and grabbed her chin.

"Don't touch me," she said in a deathly low voice. Jackson ignored her as they pulled to a stop.

"Tell me."

Lisa paused. "Yes."

"As long as we know," he yanked away his hand and straightened his suit. The driver came around and opened the door. Jackson got out first and held out a hand. Lisa, knowing people were watching, smiled and took it. But as she began to walk into the reception hall, she pretended to trip and her foot "accidentally" landed hard on Jackson's. He winced in pain.

"Oops, sorry, Jack," she said, her voice dripping with sarcastic sweetness. He glared at her.

As they opened the large doors, they were immediately overcome by people.

"Lisa, come see Marielle!"

"Jackson, who is this?"

"Lisa, Jackson, come here!"

Jackson and Lisa laughed simultaneously, but upon hearing the other, they stopped short and glared at each other. A man strolled up.

"Jackson," he said, his voice something that frightened Lisa. Almost like Jackson's, but lower and more pronounced. He also had piercingly cerulean eyes, but Lisa knew they never bore the gentleness Jackson's did. Without realizing it, she shrank back against Jackson. He took her hand in his.

"Jed," Jackson answered him with a polite nod. No wonder this guy was creepy, Lisa realized. He was Jackson's brother, a killer.

"Who is this?" Jed said, the words rolling off his tongue. He stared strongly at Lisa. "Is this, Lisa? My isn't she the delectable creature."

Lisa felt a strangled cry coming up her throat, but she contained it. She felt Jackson tense next to her.

"This is Lisa, Jed," he said, a hint of anger in his voice. "My wife."

Jed just walked off. Lisa shivered.

"You okay?" he asked her, their feud forgotten.

"And I thought you were creepy," she answered quietly.

Just then another man walked up to them. Lisa groaned inwardly.

"Jackie!" he cried, shaking his hand vigorously. "Man, good to see you!" Jackson winced at the nickname.

"Mikey, you were in the wedding," Jackson laughed. He said Michael's name just as teasingly. Lisa could tell she liked this guy better. "Lisa, this is-"

"Michael, I figured," she smiled warmly at him.

"Well, you figured correctly," he laughed, politely shaking Lisa's hands. He reminded Lisa of airport Jackson. "You guys, your table is over here."

"Thanks," Jackson said, leading Lisa to her seat. She was seated between Jackson and Sarah.

"So, Lisa, what do you do for a living?" Sarah asked her. "You a banker like Jackson? I hope not. His job is boo-ring."

Anything but, Lisa sighed inwardly.

"No, I'm a first-grade teacher," Lisa answered her.

"You know, I never thought Jackson'd settle down. He's always scared women away with those eyes, like Jed," Lisa laughed. Jackson rolled his infamous eyes at her. "So where did you two meet?"

"In...a Tex Mex," Lisa said quietly, almost woefully. "Before a flight."

Jackson's grip on her arm tightened slightly.

"We even sat together. Then we kinda had a rough period," Lisa said, now almost whispering. She looked pointedly at Jackson. "And then he came back to me."

"Oh, that's sooo romantic!" Tia squealed, who had been sitting next to Sarah.

"Anything but," Lisa muttered almost inaudibly, but for Jackson's benefit. Jackson changed the subject and turned to the man sitting next to him, Lisa's dad.

"So...Joe, right?" he asked nonchalantly. Joe nodded begrudgingly.

"So, about this bank my daughter's going to be working at," Joe said pointedly. "Is she going to be making any transactions?"

"Ah, no," Jackson said, catching on to this code, "She'll be working either as a secretary or in the daycare, since she has no experience with money."

Lisa almost laughed. This was amusing. Joe turned back to his chicken.

The meal moved quickly, guests occasionally coming up to the newlyweds, the couple making idle chatter. By the time the cake was pulled out, Lisa was already exhausted.

"You know," Jackson whispered to her as they walked up to cut the cake, "The whole concept of feeding your husband or wife is slightly twisted. The only time anyone feeds you is if you're handicapped, a baby, an old person, or a POW being force fed. I don't really think it's all that romantic."

Lisa laughed quietly as she took the knife in her hand and Jackson put his hand over hers. "You know, I don't feel comfortable with you holding a knife this close to me," she joked, pulling her lips into a smile as flashbulbs cracked around her.

"Oh really?" he chuckled, holding up a piece of cake. "Alrighty, here we go," he said, feeding Lisa the sweet morsel. She swallowed it and gave him his piece, enjoying the way his lips felt as she brushed them with her fingertips. He chewed it and then looked at her.

"You've go something right here," he said quietly, gesturing to his upper lip.

"Where?" Lisa asked, embarrassed, wiping at her mouth.

"No, you're not getting it," he said, feigning annoyance. He then swooped down and kissed her sweetly on the mouth, removing all last traces of frosting. Lisa heard the 'awwws' around her and gently pulled away, embarrassed. She looked in her father's direction only to see him glaring angrily at Jackson.

"There," he said softly. "I got it."