Read Online For All of Her Life by Heather Graham - Free Book Online

up to see me? You were the one who wanted to leave a note.”
    They would.
    “Besides, I always like to take my ‘date’ home after an evening out.”
    “I’m not your date. I’m your ex-wife.”
    “Kath, quit being difficult, will you?”
    “I’m merely truthful. To you it always seemed to be one and the same.”
    They were outside; their limo driver was waiting with the door open, smiling away. Obviously, he was pleased to be chauffeuring the Jordan Treveryan for the evening.
    Kathy slipped into the plush interior of the vehicle. Once again, Jordan sat across from her. She was suddenly exhausted, and acutely aware of a sense of danger. She’d been okay—all this time—because she hadn’t had to see him. Didn’t he understand that?
    Apparently not. She felt his eyes on her in the shadows, saw his face in the sudden streaks and shafts of light that made their way into the vehicle despite the tinting of the windows. Something in her heart suddenly seemed to ache, and she wanted very badly to reach out and stroke his bearded cheek. God, she’d always loved his face! She wanted to ask him what was wrong, to tell him she knew something was haunting him.
    She didn’t have the right anymore. Miss April played with that bearded cheek, and Kathy was going to spend her week in Florida pretending that her every waking moment hinged around Jeremy—muscleman.
    “When are you going back?” she asked Jordan, wishing once again that she didn’t feel as if they were alone together in the blackness of a strange, vast—but confining—universe. She could still smell that damned aftershave. There was cruel irony in this. She’d spent ten years building up her own life, her own personality, her own world.
    She’d been with him just a few hours, yet the protective wall of those ten years had seemed to crumble like dust. He was still Jordan; she still knew him. All the hurt seemed to be with her again, and still she was saying that she would set herself up for more of it.
    She still didn’t know exactly why.
    Or did she?
    Maybe she still loved him. Somewhere, deep inside her. And maybe she couldn’t bear to see that tension still in him.
    “Tomorrow. I fly back tomorrow,” he said.
    “No business in the city?”
    He shook his head. “Just you.”
    “I’m flattered.”
    He grinned. “You should be.” He leaned forward suddenly, taking her hands. “Kath, thank you,” he said softly.
    Oh, God. This was a Jordan she knew well, too. He could rant, he could rave, he could demand that things be done his way. But he’d always given credit to others, and he’d always been quick to apologize, quicker still to give thanks when he thought it was due.
    She wanted to snatch her hands away, take them from that enveloping warmth she knew too well. In the shadows, she still knew exactly what his hands looked like. Very long, the palms large, fitting the man; his fingers slim and yet powerful. The fingers of a natural musician. His nails would be bluntly cut, clean, even. Once upon a time, he would have touched her cheek next, leaned closer to her, kissed her lips...
    Damn! How could this seem so natural, so easy, when ten years had passed.
    She managed to draw her hands from his, cursing the shadows yet thankful for them. She couldn’t read his eyes, neither could he see what lay within her own.
    The limo had stopped, she realized. They were back at her condo.
    The driver opened the door. Jordan thanked him, helped Kathy out. They started for the street door, but before they reached it, there was a sudden flurry of blinding activity.
    “Dad!” The shriek came in unison from the two young women emerging from the doorway.
    Alex and Bren. Kathy stood back, watching her daughters, seeing the joy on their faces as they greeted their father. She realized with a pang that though they loved her dearly and were happy to have spent most of their growing-up time with her, they adored their father as well.
    And time with him was