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"Has Lulu opened her eyes yet" Patrick asked.

I shook my head. The poor kid hasn't opened her eyes since she walked in on her dad. Dillon had to carry her out of the villa. Once they were all "decent" we went back in. My father was pretty surprised to see his cloistered and frigid daughter had come to the Markum Islands just to make sure he wasn't dead. He was very surprised to see I had actually had some of his blood running through my veins. Patrick simply had to show him that snake I killed.

"Poor kid you know that could have very easily been your father" Patrick chuckled a bit.

I shook my head and banged it against the wall

"Really bad mental picture get it out get it out" I shouted.

Patrick spun me around and kissed me. I pulled back and stared at him wide-eyed.

"I uh have to go… bye" I took off in the other direction.

"Patrick Drake you seem to have broken my daughter why was she having a spasm" I heard my father laughing in the distance. I kept running until I ran into Dillon.

"You ok" the young boy asked.

"Yea of course" I assured him.

"What were you running away from" he questioned.

"Patrick" I admitted.

"Yes because he's so scary"

"He can be" I continued walking this time at a slower pace. I kept moving never stopping. I entered the forest and just kept looking straight ahead determined to get as far away as possible. I can't even be near him. Suddenly I heard a crackling noise. I looked around until I saw a jaguar in the trees next to me. It was just staring at me. I started to run. Which I'm guessing isn't a very good idea but I did it anyways.

"HEEELLLP" I screamed.

Patrick cut me off then he saw the jaguar picked me up and started running towards the villa which was pretty far away. The jaguar bit into Patrick's pants and tore it off and kept running after us. It jumped and caught his shirt tearing it off making me suddenly very aware that I was being carried by Patrick Drake.

"You know I'm capable of walking" I pointed out.

"You've got to be kidding me" He reached the villa and slammed the door in the jaguar's face.

"Those are almost endangered" I worried "you could've hurt it that could be one less jaguar in the world."

"That thing was trying to kill us" Patrick snapped.

"So"

"So it's not like we killed it which I don't think we did to make a coat we killed it to save our lives" he told me "besides he's already gone and I see no blood."

"What happened to you guys" my father walked into the room.

"We met this lovely jaguar" I smiled.

"Oh" he responded "well take care of yourself."

"Will do daddy dearest" I said sarcastically.

He walked in the direction Holly had gone off to.

"You know you didn't have to rescue me I was fine" I spoke.

"Sorry I thought help meant oh I don't know help" Patrick shrugged.

His warm brown eyes were glowing with sarcasm. He ran a hand threw his dark messy hair. I couldn't stand to be around him. Although I hated not to be near him. I stood on my toes to kiss him but still couldn't reach. He looked confused as to what I was trying to do. Something tells me that I not being able to reach him was a sign. Now I'm not sure what it was signaling but it was a sign for something. Maybe it was a sign I should've drunken more milk when I was younger. I jumped but then realized that it was stupid. The earth had gravity eventually I'd fall not matter what. Patrick looked even more confused then before. I sighed and looked around the room. There wasn't even a chair for me stand on. I slipped off my shoes then stood on them. That didn't really do anything either. I sighed once again and walked to the couch and plopped down. I put my head in my hands and propped my elbows up on my knees. Patrick sat next to me.

"Want to tell me why you suddenly have an interest in getting taller"

I shook my head.

"Why not" he lifted my head and turned it so I was looking at him. I figured now was a perfect opportunity. I leaned forward and kissed him. After a few minutes I heard a voice.

"Yet another reason they wouldn't work she can only kiss him if he's sitting down" it was Luke "you might as well pay up now."

"I still have three days" my father pointed out.

"And if they're not together in three days you're out of 50 bucks" Luke laughed. They left and I pulled back from Patrick.

"I almost feel bad for him" I admitted "he loves money even 50 bucks he'll be upset when he loses it I can't believe he would put money on us."

"What if he didn't lose it"

"Patrick we want different things it'll never work besides you heard Luke can't even kiss you unless you're sitting" I joked.

"What if we didn't want different things?"

"Well that's a mute point considering we do but we'd still have to height thing"

"I want you Robin and I know you want me"

"Patrick you like casual I don't"

"I've been known to step into a nice restaurant every once in awhile"

"Patrick I'm not kidding"

"Neither am I" he began "I want you Robin for real."

I gulped. My heart started racing. This couldn't be happening. I must be dreaming. This is Patrick Drake we're talking about. He never dates a woman twice. Well actually we had gone out three times but still Dr. Patrick Drake is not a relationship kind of guy. It was then that I noticed he still wasn't wearing a shirt. I found myself scanning his body. I wasn't sure what I was looking for. If I was looking for anything. He must live at the gym when he's not at the hospital or on a date. I wondered why he came with me. Would he do this for any girl? Any nurse who happened to have a father who was missing. How many of the girls he dated would he actually fly to the middle of nowhere to help find her father for? Can't be very many or he'd never be in the States.

I began thinking of all the reasons I could possibly be attracted to this man. I mean sure he was gorgeous but I'm not usually that shallow. Sure he's brilliant but that's no reason to be so far gone the way I know I am. He was there during the epidemic. He practically saved my life. But still why would I be attracted to him? Was it his cute Canadian accent that popped up every once in awhile? I'm still not sure where he gets it. Was it his way of making me feel like a kid whenever I was around him? Or was it the way he always seemed to be there when I needed him? Maybe it was all of it.

"Robin you there" he waved his hand in front of my face.