Sawyer watched Jasmine take in what he had said about grill. Like it was brand new. It was for her. He took it granted the she knew about modern things such as a gas grill. He smiled at her.<br/><br/>“Sorta, it a gas from that is from tap from the earth. Were as the gas that is in cars is made from crude oil that drilled from the earth” He titled his head a bit. “I catch you up as best as I can show you as much of the modern world that I can” He wasn’t sure how he was going to that with little money and no job.<br/>Sawyer watched her go the take a seat at the small patio seat. He regretting making admit that she was jealous of Sara. Mostly because admitting her feelings embarrassed her because that she was distancing herself form him. Perhaps it was for the best. That way neither of them would get hurt.<br/><br/>“Not much to tell” He shrugged, looked down and turn the burgers. Then look back up at Jasmine. “I enjoy reading” Something they had in common. He smiled at that. One again he wondered about the book she got the idea about wearing the white shirt and little else. He push the though aside as he continue. “Mostly mysteries, Brian Freeman is my favorite author.” He paused and turned the burgers again.<br/><br/>“Every morning I go for a run. It helps me think clears my mind” He shrugged. Pause a moment. Postponing telling her that he didn’t have a job. Feeling embarrassed about it.  Sawyer looked down and poked the burgers. Then look back at her.  “I have been retired from the army a couple of months now. Been searching for a job ever since. Haven’t found one yet.” He look back down at the burgers.<br/><br/>Sara walked slowly to her seat. Thinking about what he had said about Sawyer and the tramp that was in his home. How she and Edmond could help each other. Just how did we’re they going to help each other she wondered. Taking her seat she tilted her head. Sara eyes travel over the strange man before her. Wondering was he and why had he just confronted Sawyer and the tramp.<br/><br/>“Just how do see us helping each other” She asked her brow lifted a bit crossing her arms over her chest. “Why do you need me to get your wife back? Why don’t you just go over there and confront her?” Sara was certain that Sawyer didn’t know that tramp was married.<br/><br/>Edmond watched the woman crossed back her seat. A charming but evil smile cross his face. She was hooked. Soon he would have Jasmine back where she belonged. In her bottle. He had the perfect master in mind for her. An Arabian prince, a sadist by design,seeing that the prince was a demon. Edmond always made sure that Jasmine got malicious master. Her suffering was sweet to him and he savored each moment of her discomfort she had. How is she got this nice master was a mistake that he would soon rectify. With this woman at his disposal. He drew in a deep breath. Look at his nails on one of his hands. Ran a thumb over a his middle finger as if in though. Then looked at Sara.<br/><br/>“It rather complicated. I would prefer the young man to be out of the picture when I confront my wife and that where you come into the picture.”