[i]"This is what we like to call personal space,”[/i] Kennedy stated, pushing him back. Here Jasper was attempting to look intimidating and scary in his grease stained white tank and jeans, arms over her head, and all she did was talk about person space. Well so much for that. He wasn’t sure if he should laugh it off or be angry.

Kennedy summed up the last couple hours of their lives, letting him relax by finally admitting Vera’s dad wasn’t upstairs.[i] “Now, if you wouldn't mind stepping aside…Don't worry, I don't bite."[/i]

“No biting? I have to say I find that a disappointment,” Jasper grinned, finally standing up straight though he didn’t move out of her way. “Here’s the deal. I need help sneaking out of here, but my things are upstairs. Or maybe Vera will let me get my things and head out…my car’s parked in the back, I’m lucky she didn’t find it yet,” he sighed, taking a step away from her. “You smell incredible, by the way. You got a mate I should be worried about punching my lights out for kidnapping you?” Jasper added, crossing his arms over his chest. “I guess I’ll just go upstairs and talk to Vera. Crap, this is a nightmare…”