unsolved, and some backroom political deals; they sicken me. I’m not sure I understand them, but I see the places and hear the words. I sense the liars and the people who are not sincere, and I need to use my gift to help those segments of the population that others are exploiting. That’s how I got involved with the refugee crisis in Jordan. But I was still blind to the mercenary army overrunning the place where I worked. These visions are out of my control. People either want me dead so I can’t speak about them, or they want me to tell them what I’ve seen so they can use me. I’ve never been able to trust anyone. I’ve always been alone.”
Jordan took a deep breath. The choice was his—believe her, humor her, or let her go. It wasn’t a hard choice. She watched him, and he wondered if she could read his thoughts. She began to turn away from him again, but he was having none of it. He grabbed her hand and put the check she had written him in it. “Tear this up. We’ll sort it out, together. Then he added in a softer tone, “Don’t leave again.” Time was the arbiter of all things, and he had time. The confirmation of the baby would come in a matter of weeks. It could all go downhill from there, and he was already reeling from her disclosures. But he wasn’t willing to let her go.
CHAPTER 12
T hree weeks had passed with no incidents. Jordan wouldn’t let her return to her own place, and she chafed under his control. He had kept a steady hand on all the arrangements for her speeches and her interviews, making arrangements for her travel, protecting her at the venues, and fielding problems that arose. She spent time in the Jordanian embassy helping those who were managing to get out of the country, and even though it left him uncomfortable, he had been by her side.
She was continuing her writing, penning an article on the situation. Madison needed to be protected; that’s why he had been hired, to see that nothing happened to her. There had been a suspicious incident when a car in a parking lot had almost hit her. His investigation had concluded that it might have been an accident. He thought that it wasn’t, but with no facts to support it, there was little he could do.
Jordan checked her phone every morning for the scoffing messages and threats that constantly were leveled at her, downloading them onto his own computer to keep track of the numbers. Some of them were repeating, something else to look into. Now there might be another thing to consider—a child. That child would become a goldmine if it were to be as gifted as she said.
Jordan had been out working with other clients, so some days he didn’t see that much of her. She was listening to him; he was thankful, and he made sure that she was next to him in bed every night . He had planned just to sleep with her for safety, but the first night she had kissed him goodnight, he couldn’t keep his hands off her, and she welcomed his touch. Her body had become essential to his very existence, but now he used condoms until he knew about the child. She drove him to new heights in his sexual play; often times, she was the aggressor in his bed, and subduing her became one of his favorite things to do. She was fire and ice and all things in between, and he had never wanted anyone’s body like he wanted hers. But it was a physical thing. This couldn’t be love, and when he discovered she wasn’t pregnant, he would walk away from her if he chose.
He stood in his study reviewing the information that arrived daily about her. They planned to fly to Virginia for her next speech later that day. She had been asleep in the bedroom for several hours now, secure that he was watching over her; she had become more tired as the weeks wore on. As he pondered his situation, he felt small hands wind around his back and caress his flat stomach. His hands covered hers as he said, “You’re awake.”
“I am.” Now he turned her, and his passion blazed. He
Jordan took a deep breath. The choice was his—believe her, humor her, or let her go. It wasn’t a hard choice. She watched him, and he wondered if she could read his thoughts. She began to turn away from him again, but he was having none of it. He grabbed her hand and put the check she had written him in it. “Tear this up. We’ll sort it out, together. Then he added in a softer tone, “Don’t leave again.” Time was the arbiter of all things, and he had time. The confirmation of the baby would come in a matter of weeks. It could all go downhill from there, and he was already reeling from her disclosures. But he wasn’t willing to let her go.
CHAPTER 12
T hree weeks had passed with no incidents. Jordan wouldn’t let her return to her own place, and she chafed under his control. He had kept a steady hand on all the arrangements for her speeches and her interviews, making arrangements for her travel, protecting her at the venues, and fielding problems that arose. She spent time in the Jordanian embassy helping those who were managing to get out of the country, and even though it left him uncomfortable, he had been by her side.
She was continuing her writing, penning an article on the situation. Madison needed to be protected; that’s why he had been hired, to see that nothing happened to her. There had been a suspicious incident when a car in a parking lot had almost hit her. His investigation had concluded that it might have been an accident. He thought that it wasn’t, but with no facts to support it, there was little he could do.
Jordan checked her phone every morning for the scoffing messages and threats that constantly were leveled at her, downloading them onto his own computer to keep track of the numbers. Some of them were repeating, something else to look into. Now there might be another thing to consider—a child. That child would become a goldmine if it were to be as gifted as she said.
Jordan had been out working with other clients, so some days he didn’t see that much of her. She was listening to him; he was thankful, and he made sure that she was next to him in bed every night . He had planned just to sleep with her for safety, but the first night she had kissed him goodnight, he couldn’t keep his hands off her, and she welcomed his touch. Her body had become essential to his very existence, but now he used condoms until he knew about the child. She drove him to new heights in his sexual play; often times, she was the aggressor in his bed, and subduing her became one of his favorite things to do. She was fire and ice and all things in between, and he had never wanted anyone’s body like he wanted hers. But it was a physical thing. This couldn’t be love, and when he discovered she wasn’t pregnant, he would walk away from her if he chose.
He stood in his study reviewing the information that arrived daily about her. They planned to fly to Virginia for her next speech later that day. She had been asleep in the bedroom for several hours now, secure that he was watching over her; she had become more tired as the weeks wore on. As he pondered his situation, he felt small hands wind around his back and caress his flat stomach. His hands covered hers as he said, “You’re awake.”
“I am.” Now he turned her, and his passion blazed. He
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