Bentley caught Sara before she fell.

Flipping her up into his arms, he kicked the sliding panel shut.

The bright light vanished, leaving them in near darkness.

"Oh my gosh!" Sara said, clutching Bentley tightly around his neck.

"You wouldn't have liked where that led," he said grinning. "I really had to think about it. I would have enjoyed seeing you go down that slide."

Sara blinked at him, still trying to adjust to the darkness. "There was a slide? Where does it go?"

Bentley's grin widened. "That light you saw is the outdoor patio light. And the slide I saved you from...leads directly to the pool."

Sara gasped. "Why didn't you tell me?"

He brushed her hair away from her face, sending sweet shivers down her spine. "You were so sure you knew the way out of this tunnel. I figured a little dip in the pool might do you some good."

She dropped her head onto his chest. "I want to be mad at you. But since you saved me from the pool, I guess I should be thanking you instead."

"You're welcome," Bentley replied.

Cradling her in his arms, he bent to retrieve her bags and flung them over his shoulder. He then headed back down the staircase.

"You were actually pretty close to the stairs that lead to the kitchen," he said. It sounded like he was trying to reassure her. "In fact, you were only one staircase away from the right one."

They'd reached the ground. Sara thought he would put her back down, but he continued to carry her.

"Here we go," he said softly. He took the steps up the new staircase two at a time, still carrying her. He set her down once they'd reached the top. The panel door slid open automatically.

When Sara stepped into the kitchen, she saw the secret passageway they'd emerged from was located behind one of the four fridges.

"Do you know how cool it is your house has all of these secret openings?" The question sort of slipped out of her mouth. She'd really been just thinking aloud to herself.

"It's cool," Bentley said, although he sounded like he could care less.

"Hello, Sara." Erna appeared in front of her and bowed. "I hope you've enjoyed your stay with us."

Sara felt herself blush even though Erna was only an android. "Uh, yeah. It's been great." Except for completely exposing myself to Bentley, she thought.

Behind Erna, Sara saw Cooking Robot was working rapidly to prepare an assortment of various breakfast sandwiches. There were several pans sizzling on the stove. Some of the pans contained scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, and steamed vegetables.

Beside Cooking Robot were stacks of croissants that the machine was busily buttering before placing them into a gigantic brick oven.

A platter on the counter contained a beautiful display of cut fruit, from kiwis, to apples, to oranges and bananas.

"Wow, everything smells amazing," Sara said.

She saw Cooking Robot's eye twist around to see her. She assumed it would immediately retreat back inside the open island counter. Instead, the little machine spoke to her.

"Good morning, Miss Sara. Please advise if there is anything in particular you request. I can have it ready before your departure."

Sara's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "I'm good," she answered.

She turned to Bentley. "He's not afraid of me anymore," she said.

Bentley snatched an apple slice from the platter of fruit and tossed it into his mouth. "I reprogrammed Cooking Robot this morning. Couldn't have him distracted by you when he has work to do."

Sara put her hands to her mouth. "Oh," she said. A part of her wondered if there was more to it than that. Bentley didn't have to bring her into the kitchen.

Her eyes fell on Jay. Unfortunately the poor android was still lying in a heap in the barstool chair. She glared at Bentley, pointing to Jay.

Bentley made a face. "What? I didn't have time to work on Jay AND Cooking Robot this morning. The food was the priority. Jay will have to wait."

Sara groaned. "That's just cruel," she said. "Can you at least start him back up? You can't leave him like that all weekend."

"Sure I can," Bentley said.

Sara crossed her arms, glaring at him again.

"FINE!" Bentley snarled. "But I'm warning you. If Jay hugs me even once--"

"I won't let him," Sara interrupted. She couldn't help smiling up at him now.

Bentley's stern expression faltered slightly as he gazed at her smiling face. With an awkward grunt, he marched over to Jay and switched him back on.

Jay's machine eyes blinked several times. His metal body rotated out of the chair and he stood.

"Greetings, Mr. Prince and the girl called Sara." He bowed and then reached out his arms to hug Bentley.

Sara sprang forward and hugged Jay instead. "Good morning to you, too, Jay!" she said, her breathing rapid. That had been way too close for comfort!

"Um, Jay," Sara said hurriedly. "Mr. Prince asked that you go clean the fireplace in the living room. Go now! It's awfully dirty."

Jay's machine eyes blinked in confusion. "The fireplace is dirty? I will go and inform Cleaning Robot this very instant." He turned and walked away, back through the foyer.

"Whew," Sara said, bending over. She noticed Bentley was watching her silently from beside the counter.

"What?" she asked.

Bentley shook his head, as if refocusing. "Uh, nothing. Actually, come here a minute." He motioned to her with his hand.

"This isn't a prank or anything, right?" she asked suspiciously.

"Will you please come here?" he said, his eyes twinkling again.

Sara sighed and walked over to him. "Okay, what?"

"Close your eyes," he said.

Sara frowned. "No way."

"Just do it," he said.

She could hear the humor in his words.

Reluctantly, she shut her eyes.

He placed his hand around her cheeks and squeezed, forcing her mouth to open. With his other hand, he sprayed something sugary into her mouth.

Sara stepped back in surprise. "Whippphhhed Creeeeam!" she said, her mouth full.

Bentley did his bell-like laugh. "Yummy, right?"

Sara licked the cream off of her lips. "Ha, I was not expecting that."

He stared at her, his eyes burning with tenderness. He looked like he wanted to kiss her. But he seemed to change his mind.

Instead, he checked the time on his colorful, glowing watch. "We better get a move on. While I own the plane, I don't like to be late when I told everyone else to get to the airport early."

He set the can of whipped cream back onto the counter.

"Erna, please take the breakfast items to the car," Bentley instructed. "And Cooking Robot, you can go now."

The little machine made its whirring sound and dropped back down inside the counter. The marble top slid back into place.

"Let's go," Bentley said. He took her hand and led her through the foyer, and out the front doors.

A different car was in the driveway. It was one of the sports cars that had a super strange name.

"Bad Boy isn't driving us?" Sara asked. She tried not to reveal how much she enjoyed him squeezing her hand.

"Nope. He, uh, he's out of commission," Bentley said quietly.

She knew he still blamed her.

"So which car is this again?" she asked.

Bentley helped her step inside the open passenger door. "This is the Pagani Huayra. I call him Rage."

"This sports car looks like an insect," Sara said, giggling. Its side mirrors were shaped like antennas.

Bentley cleared his throat. "I wouldn't criticize a sports car named Rage if I were you," he said seriously.

Sara felt the sports car's engine rumble. She got the hint.

Bentley waited for Erna to place the breakfast items and their bags in the trunk. As soon as she was done, he floored the gas.

The sports car screamed to life, shooting forwards like a bolt of lightning.