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man?” she asked.
      “The one who puts up with your shit!” He yanked and she went flying into the pool on a scream. She surfaced surprised and sputtering. Wiping a hand down her dripping face, she glared at him now standing on the ledge.
      “Why did you do that?” she screamed up at him. “What if I couldn't swim? I could've drowned!”
      Marc picked up his glasses and put them on. “Don't worry Miss Martin, I'm here to save you remember?”
      Isis shot daggers at his back as he picked up a towel and began drying off as he walked back into the house. She scrambled from the water and grabbed another of the large fluffy towels before drying off herself. Wrapping it around her body, she headed inside to find Marc.
      She found him in the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water. Isis watched as he opened the bottle then lifted it to his lips. He tilted his head back as he consumed the cold beverage. Her gaze went from his mouth to his strong neck that sat on broad shoulders. His chest was chiseled and smooth with clearly defined muscles. Her gaze traveled lower to his impressive abs above the waistband of the damp black shorts he wore. His long legs were toned and his calf muscles were taut as he stood with his bare feet braced apart.
      “I think you're the one who needs to cool off,” he told her after watching her perusal.
      Isis met his laughing eyes before she turned and walked into her bedroom slamming the door.  Marc shook his head and finished the contents of the bottle before tossing it into a recycling bin. He'd known all along he'd have to be careful with Isis Martin, but she was going to be far more than he'd bargained for. She was more like her father than he'd originally thought. Milton was a tenacious old bastard and his daughter was just as strong and stubborn.
      Marc headed to his room to change into some dry clothes and when he returned Isis was still in her room. He waited for her to calm down for a few hours and when it became apparent that she wasn't coming back out, he began to prepare a light meal. Ray and Isabelle had stocked the house with everything that was needed to make gourmet meals for a month or more at least.
      When he was done cooking, Marc walked to her door and knocked lightly, calling her name. Isis opened the door staring at him and he glanced inside the room and saw she had been studying.
      “I don't want to bother you. I just wanted to let you know that I made some dinner if you'd like some,” he offered.
      “What did you make?” she asked raising a brow.
      Marc paused. Damn she was spoiled. “Some food, you can eat it or not.” He turned and walked away before Isis opened the door wider.
      “I wasn't being picky. I was just asking because I'm allergic to a lot of things,” she explained quietly.
      Marc stopped and took a breath before turning back to her. “Why don't you come out and see if it's something you can eat and if not we'll get you something else?” he asked gently.
      “Thank you.” Isis followed him into the kitchen at the deliciously prepared meal.
    She smiled. “Wow, you can really cook. You're like Superman.”
    Marc flexed his tight bicep. “I prefer Iron Man.”
    Isis took a seat at the table staring at him. “Whichever, you're my hero,” she told him.
      “You're my kryptonite,” he countered.
      She watched as he put a plate in front of her. “You bring out a side in me that I rarely see,” she explained.
      Marc took his own plate and sat across from her. “The reason we're here is for me to protect you. It would defeat the purpose if you make me kill you.”
    Isis smiled shyly. “I don't think you'd kill me,” she whispered holding his gaze.
    Marc watched her across the table. “You're right, I would never hurt you Isis.”
      “I know that Marcus. You saved my life.”
    He reached for his glass. “That's my job.”
      “This isn't,” she pointed out.
      “Ray asked me to do it,” he explained.
    She