The next morning, Lisa woke up alone in bed, which wasn't unusual. It had been five days since their first entangled sleep, but she knew Jackson had not forgotten it. Although he flirted with her often, he was always in control of those flirts. When they woke up tangled in each other, it was unexpected and shocking. Now, Jack was always up and out of bed before she woke up. She never knew what time he got up, just that he always went to bed at the same time she did. As she got up out of bed, she wondered where he was. Maybe he went to the pool to swim like he had yesterday or down to the restaurant for breakfast. As she thought of more possibilities, she noticed something odd. The telephone that normally covered the bedside table on Jackson's side was missing. She walked over to the table and looked behind it at the phone jack. The cord was still intact, so she followed it with her eyes. It led her across the room towards the bathroom. As she got closer and closer to the bathroom door, she could hear sounds coming from within. She cupped her ear the door and in an instant recognized Jackson's voice. She closed her eyes and listened intently to try and figure out what he was talking about and with whom.

"I told you already, everything is in place for four o'clock today…Yes, I'll be in the lobby with her…Oh, don't worry…and she won't know what hit her."

Lisa's eyes got big as she backed away from the door. She had almost forgotten about the real purpose of why he needed her. He had to make a business transaction today that must involve her. What was he going to do? Was he going to kill her? When Jackson first approached her, he promised that her dad and Cynthia would not be harmed if she just cooperated; he never even mentioned her safety. Lisa mentally kicked herself for not asking more questions. She knew from experience that questions didn't go a long way with Jackson, but she might have been able to find out a little more about the situation. As she tried to pull any other details he told her out of her memory, another realization dawned on her. Maybe his flirting and friendliness was all a part of his plan. She had to admit that she was starting to trust him, befriend him, and maybe even fall for him. He had been so charming and friendly lately that she got distracted from the main point: he was holding her captive to help with a criminal act! Lisa's mind whizzed as she tried to think about what to do. She had to get away before four o'clock this afternoon, but how? Even if she did manage to get out of his grasp, he could probably find her. Her mind and her heart stopped as she heard the bathroom door start to open. She quickly ran and sat down in a chair near the dining room table. Lisa realized that she had to act as if she knew nothing. As he walked out into the living room, she smiled at him.

"Good morning."

He kept his eyes on the telephone in his hands.

"Oh. Good morning."

Jack cleared his throat as he walked over to replace the telephone on the bedside table.

"Did you have a phone call and didn't want to wake me?"

Lisa tried to smile and look innocent. Jackson kept his eyes off of her as he came to sit across from her in the other chair.

"Yes, that's true, but it was also a private call."

"Okay…so, what's on the schedule for today?"

"Well, first we need food, so I'll call room service while you get ready. Then we have a two hour course about choosing brands of stuff for a baby. Lastly, we have another…Lamaze class at four."

Lisa heard the interruption in his voice. She got a curious look on her face.

"Really? I thought we only had one Lamaze class?"

Jackson lifted his eyes to her level for the first time since they had begun talking. Lisa saw a coldness in his eyes that she had only ever seen one other time: when he was in her house, trying to kill her.

"Let's cut the crap Lise. I know you overheard my conversation. First, you're a horrible actress, so trying to pull off that innocent façade isn't going to work. Second, I heard you run across the floor to the chair as I opened the door."

Lisa tried to look shocked, but the scared feeling she was having inside was showing on her face.

"I...I…don't know what you mean."

Jackson gritted his teeth and let out a growl as he swung his arm across the table, knocking the candle centerpiece to the floor. Lisa jumped at the noise. Before she knew it, he was at her side. He grabbed her wrist and made her stand up.

"I wish you would stop lying to me Lise!"

He started to twist her wrist, which made Lisa cry out in pain.

"Okay! I heard you talking!" She exclaimed quickly.

Jackson didn't let go.

"What exactly did you hear?"

He continued to twist.

"Oww! All I heard was that I wouldn't know what hit me!" She cried.

"Really?"

Jackson let go and she fell to the floor and cradled her wrist. Jackson kneeled down beside her and roughly grabbed her chin, so that she would look at him.

"Why do you automatically assume that the, "she," I was talking about was you? Did you hear me mention your name at all?"

Lisa became speechless because she had never thought of that. He gripped her chin harder.

"Well?"

Slowly, the movement came back to her lips and she felt that she could whisper.

"It's not me?"