-conscious.” He unbuckled and opened the door, grabbing his bag off the back seat. “Just don’t make me chase you because the spanking you get won’t be pleasurable.”
“Are you sure about that?”
Cal’s head snapped around, his gaze finding hers as she exited the car, staring at him over the roof. His eyes darkened as his breathing quickened, and she didn’t miss the way he scanned her body as she made her way around to the front, his perusal following her every move. He seemed uncharacteristically flustered when she joined him on the other side, taking his hand in hers. He glanced down, a small furrow creasing his brow before he sighed and headed for the building, his fingers firmly grasping hers.
It only took a minute to exchange the keys, but she couldn’t help but notice the way the young woman behind the desk flirted with Cal, glaring at Jordan whenever their gazes clashed. Jordan simply smiled. Cal seemed completely oblivious to the woman’s attempts, nodding his thanks as he took Jordan’s hand again and led the way to the upper floor. Jordan laughed as they climbed the stairs, grinning at Cal when he glanced at her over his shoulder.
“Care to tell me what’s so funny?”
She shook her head. “Just that for a guy who’s so observant, you’re pretty blind when it comes to women.”
He frowned. “Excuse me?”
“That sweet thing behind the desk. If she’d thrown herself at you any harder, she would have had a matching concussion. I thought for sure she was going to stab me in the eye with that letter opener when you grabbed my hand.”
He looked at her as if she’d grown another head. “She was just being nice. It’s her job.”
“Baby, that girl wanted you. End of story.”
Cal looked toward the office then shrugged, continuing down the hallway to the last room on the block. “I asked for something more private. Just in case whatever chased you last night decides to follow you home.”
“What chased me?” She pulled against his hand. “How do you know I was chased?”
“The officers said you were bolting from the house when they were walking up the porch. Caught you with their flashlights just before you fell down the stairs. The Jordan I know doesn’t run from much, so it had to be something…impressive…to make you trip down the stairs.”
Jordan palmed her hips. “For your information, I didn’t trip down the stairs. That creature let go of me, and I fell.”
She gasped as the images slammed into her head. She hadn’t remembered a thing until she’d opened her mouth and the words had tumbled free. She stared down at the walkway, trying to rearrange the memories flashing through her mind as the rest of the world slowly faded into gray. But no matter how hard she tried, the events wouldn’t shuffle right, leaving her more frustrated than ever.
“Jordan!”
She blinked, raising her head to look at Cal. He’d moved closer to her, one hand resting on her shoulder as the other snapped in front of her. The color had drained from his face again, and the skin over his cheekbones looked taut.
She motioned to him. “You okay?”
“I think the real question is, are you? I called your name several times, but it’s like you completely blacked out on me.” He leaned in, grazing his fingers over the bandage on her head. “I’m starting to think that the doctor didn’t spend enough time assessing you.”
Jordan brushed his fingers away, hating the hot feeling his touch sent scorching through her body. Hell, he hadn’t done more than examine her head, yet her libido seemed to think it equated to full-on groping.
She gave him a sharp stare. “For the last time, I’m fine. I thought my memory was coming back, but when I tried to shuffle the images, nothing clicked into place. All I know is that there’s something in that house, and it was responsible for my lack of grace on the stairs.”
Cal studied her as if judging whether to believe her or not, before pushing
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