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Chapter 5

Three hours had passed, and Lisa had fallen asleep with her head against the window. The full moon shown in through the windshield, lighting up her face like some kind of underwater pearl. Jackson smiled at the cute little pout on her face, and the way her lashes lay against her cheek. her red hair sifted gently against her forehead in the light breeze. She made a small moan and shifted slightly in the seat, causing Jackson to realize that he had been staring at her for several seconds now. He decided to take notice of the road, and swerved lightly away from an oncoming car. Amazingly, Lisa didn't wake up, only moved over with the swing of the car and leaned her head against Jackson's shoulder. He stayed perfectly still, but inside he felt something tighten and release in his chest, and he leaned his head down a tiny bit to take in the sweet smell of her hair.

Suddenly, he snapped himself out of his reverie. No. he couldn't do this. This was not part of the plan. The plan was to. . . He thumped his hand on the steering wheel in frustration. He didn't even have a goddamn plan. He had been so concerned about getting Lisa out of the danger that they both were in that he'd hardly noticed he was doing it. Lisa now woke up, and noticed where she was. She sat up quickly, glaring at Jackson as if it had been his fault she was snuggling up to him.

"How long have I been out?" she asked, trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes.

"About an hour and a half," Jackson replied steadily.

"Where are we going?" she checked the clock on the dashboard; 10:16.

"We're finding a motel to stay at tonight, because I cant drive for much longer." Jackson ran a hand through his hair, looking at the signs on the side of the interstate. "Looks like we're in Georgia right now."

Lisa pointed to a sign that said 'rest stop, gas, food, motel' and said, "let's stop here."

Jackson nodded. As they pulled up in front of the motel, Jackson said, "you're my wife, ok? And this is the second night of our honeymoon."

Lisa laughed. "you're joking, right?"

He shook his head. "Not even a little."

She saw that he was serious. He was giving her the evil look.

She sighed. "Fine, I'll do it, don't be a jerk."

"What, you're not gonna fight me on this?"

"What good would that do? It's a good idea."

He parked the car. he looked straight at her, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Really? What makes you say that?"

"Well," she began, "Your company wont be looking for a married couple, they're looking for a man who has kidnapped a woman. So it's a good cover for us. Also, they'll only give us one room, so it will be cheaper."

Jackson shook his head, impressed with her powers of deduction. "You know, Lisa, you'd be good at this job."

She shuddered at the idea. "I could never be a killer like you."

"Come on, Leese, don't knock it til you've tried it," he joked.

Thinking he was serious, she snorted with disgust and jumped out of the car, heading for the motel.

Jackson sat alone in the dark car for a moment, mulling over the fact that they'd just been acting civil towards each other, and then at a remark from him, she'd taken off. She really must not like his business. He ran his hands over his face. It was fine when he was acting the role of charming, but at this point, he felt that he couldn't act with Lisa anymore, and being himself was not as easy as he thought.

When he got inside, Lisa was asking for a room for two.

"What's the name?" asked the old woman boredly. Jackson looked at her with fascination. She had a green cucumber mask on her face, and her hair was pulled so tightly back in curlers that her eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hair.

Lisa looked at him.

"The name is Barlowe," he said. Then he walked over behind Lisa and put his arms around her. "We're on our honeymoon," he announced. He felt her stiffen and dug his fingers into her back slightly, letting her know that she better play along.

The old woman at the desk twitched her nose. "Mazeltov to you both," she said in a dry monotone.

Jackson decided to play with Lisa's head as long as he had her in this position. "Come on, Baby, let's hurry so we can christen the sheets."

At first Lisa tried to pretend that she hadn't heard him, but then opted to try to shock him back.

"Oooh." She moaned throatily, and tossed her hair back, smiling girlishly up at him through her lashes. She slipped a hand inside his shirt and ran her fingers over his abdomen. His eyes widened. He couldn't let her beat him. He buried his face in her neck and felt her slipping sideways. He smiled. He'd won.

The old woman was watching them with distate evident on her face. "Here's your key. Have a nice night."

"Oh, we will." Jackson swept Lisa off her feet and carried her out the door and over to their room. She went unprotestingly the whole way, until the moment they were alone in their room. She jumped out of his arms and slapped him across the face.

"You pig," she said, with all the disdain she could muster. Jackson just stared at her in shock. Then coolness took over.

"I suggest you get your sleep," he bossed. "You'll need it tomorrow."

Lisa glared at him, and stalked into the bathroom with her nose held high. He sat slowly on the bed and calmed himself down.

In the bathroom, Lisa was also trying to calm herself down. What had she been thinking? She almost lost her mind when he kissed her neck, and had actually been taken in by the fireman's carry he used to get her to the room. She swallowed furiously. She'd acted like such a fool. But even as she cursed him under her breath, part of her wondered, "what if tonight was their honeymoon?" and the part of her that wondered also enjoyed it.

When she came out of the bathroom, in a bathrobe provided, with her face washed and her teeth brushed, Jackson was already stretched out on the bed, taking up most of it. She cowered at the thought of sharing a bed with him, but said to herself: its only one night. So she laid herself gently next to him, barely moving it at all.

With his face to the wall, he heard her come in, and felt her climb into bed next to him, and noticed himself wishing he could take her in his arms. For some reason, he wanted comfort. But he didn't know about what.

a/n: I know you guys wanted me to save the dog, but it's very important that Baby is not with Lisa in upcoming chapters. Don't worry, he'll be safe.