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  “So you went to Fall Creek, too,” Jordan commented.

  “I did, and while I was trying to save my brother and Marin, Brenna Martel showed up there. Someone had been trying to kill her, too, and Brenna was desperate. She mistakenly thought if she kidnapped me, then she could force my brother to tell her where Dexter was. But my brother didn’t even have proof that Dexter was alive, much less where he might be hiding out. We soon got proof, of course…when Dexter tried to kill us. He died during that last attempt.”

  Jordan stayed quiet a moment, obviously processing all that. “Brenna Martel knew you’d had a baby?”

  “Of course. But she didn’t know where he was.”

  Jordan cursed under his breath. “This Brenna Martel could have figured out that you and Shelly were old friends. She could have sent someone to get Gus, and Shelly was murdered in the process.”

  “I doubt it. Brenna was on the run like me, and she didn’t have the money to hire anyone.” She checked the car behind them again. “I don’t suppose the danger could have stemmed from Shelly? I mean, what if someone was after her for some reason, and they saw Maddox with her and decided to use him to get to her?”

  He shook his head. “I dug deep for that connection. Didn’t find it.” Jordan didn’t add more because his phone rang. The call was brief, just a couple of seconds. “Cody has a photo of our snoop in the black car and is looking for a match. Hold on.”

  That was the only warning she got before Jordan gunned the engine of the powerful sports car. They bolted forward, and then he took an immediate left turn. Even with her seat belt on, she went sliding against him. She righted herself, looked in the mirror.

  The black car was still behind them.

  “He’s definitely following us,” Kinley mumbled.

  “Yeah.” And that was all Jordan said for several moments. He kept his speed right at sixty, which wasn’t too far over the limit. He also kept watch in the mirror and one hand on his gun when he made another turn.

  Toward her apartment, she realized.

  Of course, he knew where she lived. He’d probably learned that not long after figuring out who she was. “Is it wise to lead him straight to my place?”

  “It is if we’re aiming for more damage control. When we get there, we get out. We look like lovers who can’t wait to hurry inside and have a go at each other. Get your key ready.”

  She huffed. “I hate to state the obvious here, but what if he shoots us when we get out?”

  “If he’d wanted to shoot us, then he would have done it when we came out of the building. No, I suspect his orders are to follow us and hope that we lead him to whatever information you might have. Or to the baby.”

  Her heart dropped again. Because as long as someone was following them, she’d never get to see her son.

  Kinley got her keys ready, and Jordan stopped his car directly in front of her apartment. It wasn’t upscale by anyone’s standards. A far cry from the lavish Sentron building and Jordan’s palatial estate. But it’d been all she could afford.

  “Stay put,” he insisted. “I’ll get out first and then open your car door.”

  She glanced back and saw the black car. It’d come to a stop just up the street. Away from the lights but still visible.

  Tucking his gun into his holster, Jordan left the car, hurried to her side and helped her out.

  He pulled her right into his arms.

  And kissed her.

  The kiss landed on the side of her mouth. Not a real kiss, of course. But it had a real impact, just as the other kiss had done. It made her wonder just what kind of impact a genuine kiss would have.

  She didn’t have the time or energy to find out, even if her body seemed more than willing to explore the idea.

  “See?” he mumbled. “No one’s shooting at us.”

  Yet. She hoped she didn’t have to say I told you so.

  Jordan kept her pressed to him, and he positioned his right hand next to her breast so he could get his gun. He didn’t linger. He kept up the frenzied fake kiss while he maneuvered her to her apartment door. She reached behind her, unlocked it and they practically tumbled inside.

  The security system started to beep, and she punched in the code to prevent it from going to a full alarm. Then, Kinley opened her mouth to tell him that she would get the notes, but Jordan put his fingers to her lips. He stayed close. Nose to nose with her.

  “Don’t say anything,” he warned in a whisper.

  That spiked her heart rate again. God, did he think someone had broken in? But if so, the person would have triggered the alarm. It was an inexpensive unit, one she’d bought at a discount store a couple of days after she moved in, but unless someone knew the code, she didn’t think they could have easily disarmed it.

  Jordan reholstered his gun and took out that strange little platinum PDA again. He pressed a few buttons, lifted it into the air.

  “Make sex noises,” he mouthed.

  And with that, he added a manly sounding grunt and proceeded to walk around the room. After a few steps, he glanced over his shoulder at her and gave her a get-on-with-it bob of his head.

  Kinley moaned.

  Apparently, it was a good one because he nodded. Grunted. And he flapped his jacket as if mimicking the sound of clothing being removed. While she checked the bedroom and the small bath, Kinley tossed in some deep breathing, though she didn’t think it was necessary. No one else was in the apartment.

  Then she heard the whisper-soft beep.

  She turned and spotted Jordan next to the sole lamp in the living room. It was on a scarred end table. Kinley went closer, and when he leaned down, he pointed to a small dime-size disk stuck to the base.

  He made more of those sex noises. “A bug,” he mouthed.

  She pressed her hand to her lips to stop herself from repeating it, but she couldn’t stop the little gasp. Hopefully, whoever was listening would think it was part of the sex that Jordan and she were faking.

  He caught on to her arm, and with the PDA device lifted in the air, they made their way through the other rooms.

  No more beeps.

  But one was more than enough.

  Jordan groaned loudly, hit his arm against the bedroom wall, and he maneuvered her into the bathroom. He slammed the door and turned on the shower.

  “Any idea how the bug got there?” he whispered.

  “No. But it probably happened before I bought the security system.” And if so, that meant someone had been eavesdropping on her for over two months.

  Anger soon replaced the shock. Kinley felt violated and wanted to catch the idiot who’d done this. But more than that, she wanted to know why.

  Even though the water was running, and the door was shut, Jordan put his mouth right against her ear. “While you’ve been here, have you talked about Gus?”

  “No.” Her answer was quick because she didn’t even have to think about it. “I didn’t have anyone to talk to.”

  He pulled back. Stared at her as if he wasn’t sure if he could believe her. “You’re positive?”

  “Yes.” Now it was her turn to put her mouth against his ear. “I did all my research on the Internet, and my laptop is password protected. Never once did I mention my son. When I did searches about the people connected to Shelly, I only used her name, not yours, not Maddox’s. If anyone was checking, I wanted to make it look as if I were simply investigating the cold-case murder of an old friend.”

  During her entire explanation, she kept noticing the close contact.

  Correction: she felt it.

  Jordan was against her again. Body to body. He stared at her, and she stared back. Their breaths mingled, and she could smell the smooth whiskey and sip of champagne he’d had at the party.

  They’d been doing a lot of touching for two people who were at odds. And they were at odds, no doubt about it. Kinley couldn’t mistake the distrust she saw in him. Maybe other emotions, too.

  He wasn’t pleased with her arrival.
/>   She wasn’t pleased about it, either. If she’d known she would bring this kind of danger to her son, she would have stayed away.

  “I’m really sorry,” she said.

  He continued to stare at her. There was a heat in his eyes. Maybe from the contact. Maybe from his anger. “You should be,” he grumbled. He stepped away, turned off the water and threw open the door.

  Jordan made a beeline for her kitchen and opened the only cabinet. “Hey, you don’t have any scotch,” he called out.

  “No,” Kinley answered tentatively, not sure if this was part of the game they were playing. “I can run out for some if you like.”

  “I have a better idea. Grab a change of clothes, and we’ll go to my place. I have plenty of scotch there.”

  His place. Where they’d be able to talk without an eavesdropping device. But it would mean going back outside where that black car was likely still parked and waiting.

  “What if he follows us?” she mouthed.

  “That’s what I’m hoping. You’ve opened Pandora’s box, and now I’m going to see if I can close it.”

  Not understanding, Kinley shook her head. “What does that mean?”

  He leaned in again. “I don’t want him or anyone else to think I have something to hide.” He glanced around. “And besides, this place isn’t safe.”

  Even though he’d whispered that, it rang through her as if he’d shouted it. “But I don’t want to lead him to Maddox.”

  “You won’t.” And with that, he motioned for her to pack. “Bring your laptop and your notes, but put them in an overnight bag so they can’t be seen.”

  She didn’t question him further. The only reassurance she’d needed was that this wouldn’t put her son in any more danger than he already was. Besides, it might help if Jordan looked at her notes. He might find something she’d missed. And if they found it, they might also be able to figure out who was behind Shelly’s murder.

  Kinley grabbed a small suitcase and hurriedly packed everything she might need for a short stay, including the notes, which she took from inside the lining of a coat she had hanging in the closet. When she came out of the bedroom, Jordan was by the door peeking out the side window.

  “Is he still there?” she whispered.

  Jordan nodded. He reached out and ran his hand through her hair, messing it up. He did the same to his. No doubt so it’d look as if they’d just had a quick round of sex.

  They walked out, their arms hooked around each other, and got into the car. Jordan drove away quickly. So did the other car.

  Just as Jordan had predicted, it followed them.

  “You’re sure this won’t make things more dangerous for my son?” she asked.

  “I’m sure.”

  So, that probably meant Maddox wasn’t at his house. But then, there’d been no indication that he was. Jordan likely had him tucked away somewhere. But where? And who was caring for him? It broke her heart to think that her little boy might not get enough hugs and kisses.

  Because she’d already driven to Jordan’s house, she was familiar with the route. He lived in a subdivision within city limits but still secluded. It had pricy homes on massive lots, some of them several acres. Jordan’s was one of the largest in the neighborhood. A true Texas-size estate for a Texas millionaire.

  Shelly had certainly made a strange choice when she involved Jordan in this.

  “Is it true what you said about Maddox—that Shelly left him on your porch the night she died?” Kinley asked. Right now, she wanted every little detail she could learn about her son and what he’d gone through.

  Jordan didn’t answer right away. He glanced at her first. “Yes.”

  It was hard for her to picture that in her mind. Her baby literally left on a doorstep. “God, what did you think when you opened the door and saw a baby?”

  “I thought he was my son.” He stared straight ahead and repeated that softly under his breath. “Then, with Shelly’s murder, it took me a few days to get around to the DNA test. I had Shelly’s DNA on file, since she was a former employee, and when I did the comparison, I learned he wasn’t Shelly’s. Nor mine.”

  Was it her imagination or did he sound disappointed? Hurt, even?

  But she had to be wrong about that.

  Jordan was a ruthless businessman, along with being a rich player who enjoyed the company of lots of women. He would have taken care of her son, but she seriously doubted he would ever think of himself as a father.

  “Who’s taking care of him?” Kinley asked.

  She waited.

  And waited.

  He opened his mouth, and she thought she might finally learn an answer to one of her many questions, but before he could say anything, his phone rang.

  Jordan didn’t waste any time answering it. “Cody,” he said after glancing at the screen. He took the turn toward his neighborhood. The street switched from four lanes to two, and though it was well lit with a line of streetlights, it felt isolated because the lots were so spacious.

  She couldn’t hear Cody’s side of the conversation, but she could see Jordan’s reaction. She noticed his grip tighten on the wheel. Saw the muscles flicker in his jaw.

  “You’re sure?” Jordan asked. Then he paused. “No. I’ll take it from here.” Another pause. “I need to ask you to keep this between us.”

  A moment later, Jordan ended the call.

  “What happened?” Kinley wanted to know when he didn’t offer any information.

  “Do you know a guy named Anderson Walker?”

  Kinley thought a moment. “No. That name doesn’t ring any bells. Why?”

  “He’s the one following us.”

  She glanced in the mirror. He was still following them. “What does he want?”

  Jordan shrugged, but there was nothing casual about his body language. “He’s a P.I. who works for Burke Securities.”

  Her mouth dropped open. “Burke Securities as in the Burke Dennison who bought your company?”

  “The very one.”

  Kinley shook her head. “Why does Burke have someone following us?”

  Another muscle went to work in his jaw. “I don’t know, but I intend to find out.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean he’s not being very subtle. And he knows we’re on to him. If I just keep driving, it might send him the wrong message—that we have something to hide.” Jordan took his foot off the accelerator. “Get down now.”

  Jordan spun the steering wheel around, causing his Porsche to do a hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. It was precise. As if he’d choreographed it, he bumped into the rear side of the black car and sent it into a spin.

  Before Kinley could stop him, Jordan drew his gun and threw open the door.

  Chapter Four

  The black car screeched to a stop.

  Jordan hadn’t given the driver much of a choice, since he’d angled his Porsche so that the guy couldn’t get around him. That was the plan, anyway.

  It was time to confront this bozo.

  Jordan didn’t get out, but he aimed his gun. And he waited. Since this was Burke’s man, Jordan was counting heavily on the fact that the P.I. didn’t have orders to kill. His gut told him this was strictly surveillance. Too bad his gut didn’t tell him why Burke had put a tail on him.

  Thankfully, there were no other vehicles on the street. There probably wouldn’t be, either. The street was private, leading only to his neighborhood, and this time of night, there weren’t many residents out and about. Jordan wanted that privacy in case this took an ugly turn.

  “Should I call the police?” Kinley asked. Her breath was jagged, and she had her purse in a white-knuckle grip.

  “No.” Not yet anyway. If he phoned anyone, it’d be Burke to find out what the devil was going on. That call would still happen, but first he wanted answers from the guy who’d tailed them.

  “Anderson Walker!” Jordan called out, and he made sure it didn’t sound like a question.

 
The man still didn’t budge, and Jordan wondered if he’d made a mistake by jumping into this confrontation.

  Especially with Kinley in the car.

  Maybe he should have waited, but he really just wanted to end this here and now. He didn’t want anyone following him, especially when he didn’t know their intentions and when they were being so obvious about following Kinley and him.

  “Walker!” Jordan shouted.

  That did it. The door to the black car opened, and the sandy-haired guy stepped out. Anderson was what Jordan called a muscle man. Bulky shoulders. Young. He looked physically capable of pulverizing someone with his bare hands. Jordan had a few P.I.s like that on the Sentron staff because there were times when a strong arm was needed.

  So, why had Burke or Anderson thought he needed some intimidation?

  Anderson held his gun in his right hand. Not aimed. He had his index finger through the trigger loop, but the gun dangled upside down in a nonthreatening position.

  Jordan went for the threat. He pointed his Sig Sauer right at the man.

  “You plan to shoot me?” Anderson challenged. He had cocky written all over him.

  “That depends on your answer to my question. Why are you following me?”

  Anderson started to shift his gun, as if getting ready to aim. Jordan stepped forward and put his Sig Sauer at the guy’s head. “Don’t,” Jordan warned.

  Anderson froze. And Jordan said a silent prayer of thanks. He didn’t want to start a gunfight, and he didn’t want to put Kinley in danger. She apparently had enough danger after her without his adding more.

  “Toss your gun into your car,” Jordan instructed.

  Anderson looked at his gun. At Jordan’s. Then at Jordan himself. Jordan put on his best scowl, which he didn’t have to fake. There was plenty to scowl about. Anderson finally relented and put the gun inside his car. That didn’t mean they were safe because Jordan figured the guy was carrying at least one other backup pistol. Heck, he might even have actual backup in the form of another P.I. or security agent.

  “Why are you following me?” Jordan repeated.

  “It’s not personal.”

  Jordan arched his left eyebrow and gave him a flat look. “And that’s not an answer.”