The name made her stomach twist sickly beneath her tight top. She had been hoping to avoid seeing him again at whatever costs, but apparantly he seemed to enjoy her company...that and there was a debt. " And here I thought it was because of my good looks...silly me." The brunette replied sarcastically. It was because of her DNA and she owed him...no one ever did anything for her without a motive. Her green eyes shifted to the Cajun beside her. Exactly, what was his motive? Obviously he was getting paid...there was no reason for her to think he would have saved her otherwise. He was a smooth talker, no doubt about it and that was what made her so mad at herself for smiling stupidly and occasionally liking what he said. Chere. She shook the thought off, he just liked women in general...she was just the one he was paid to save.