Jennifer listened, wide eyed. That man could sure cuss. He used some of the most inventive phrases that she had ever heard and his turn of blue words made her wish she could write them down to use at some future date. Above the ruckus of his sleep talk, Jennifer heard the crunch of tires and the quiet murmur of an engine.<br/><br/>Grimacing, she crawled over to him and put her hand over his mouth. His eyes shot open and for an instant he was a wild man. His grasp on her wrist was not the gentle touch she was used to but the iron vise of a man intent on murder.<br/><br/>"Max," she hissed, "Its me. You were yelling in your sleep and there is a car out there. Wake up."