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limitations, their relationship was nothing like a real father and
son, then again, it was as close as Jake would ever get, he reasoned.   Shortly after graduating with honors from
High School, Father Mahoney died leaving what little money he managed to save
to Jake.   Thanks to his heavenly
guardians influence and financial support, Jake chose a future in serving and
protecting others.    

 
    Possibly
Jordan experienced the same abhorrence’s in life, Jake decided, a consideration
that increased his heartbeat, and made old wounds fester as he thought about
how much more difficult it would be for a young girl with no choice but to sell
her body, or deliver drugs.    Suddenly,
he wanted to protect her, and care for her, help her, but mind you, only
temporarily.   Good thoughts that tugged
on the lids of his eyes until they slithered shut.

 
 
    CHAPTER 9

 
 
    Jake's eyes sprung
open.   Despite the fuzz clinging
tenaciously to his mind, he sensed that Jordan was gone.   As soon as he came to his feet, he heard
water running.   Stuffing a gun into his
waistband, overpowering the urge to sprint, he crept quietly into the living
room.  

 
                The
kitchen light illuminated Jordan standing at the sink on her tiptoes, arms
stretched to the max her reach falling short of the upper cabinet. Her bare
legs, and the shirt she wore scarcely covering the creases of her buttocks
halted him in his tracks.   His glance
swished to the jeans draped over the chair then back to her a scrutiny that
lasted a few heartbeats too many as it went from accusatory to damn
interesting.    

 
                With
his will power substantially weakened, Jake couldn't help gawking at the legs
beneath the hem, shapely limbs that led upward to the outline of firm round
haunches.   While male anatomy entertained
the delusions of a lunatic, for the briefest second his breath caught.   Impulsive feelings nipped at the bud by
reminding himself of the vow he’d made long ago to never again allow a female
to bewitch him so strong were his beliefs that women were witches who, once
within their clutches, consumed every fiber of a man.

 
                Having
honed her sense of hearing and smell into that of an animal, Jordan was
instantly aware of Jake's presence.   Preparing for battle she slowly lowered her arms, one hand reaching for
a dirty glass, the other for a butcher knife lying on the counter.
               
                Certain
his presence went undetected, Jake sneakily closed the distance purposely
crowding her when stopping at her feet his glare drilling through the back of
her head summoning a shocking response.   

 
                Spinning
around, Jordan brought the tip of the knife against Jake's bare chest.   The audible click of two sets of eyes'
clashing left no mistake she’d pushed the ogre well beyond mild annoyance, a
realization that brightened the color of her cheeks.   Nevertheless, she pressed the knife into
flesh mesmerized as the point made an indentation yet struggling not to notice
the taut skin covering the swelling muscles.   The blonde kinky curls spreading across a broad expanse on their way
upward to a cluster at the indentation of his Adam's apple.   The warmth spreading through her body,
collecting in her throat making it feel parched and raw was nothing more than a
trace of apprehension, she reasoned.   Defying a pulsating heart clanging about in her chest, her visage
exhibited no visible signs of distress.            

 
                The
look Jordan gave him filled with reproach, her spunk so amusing; he had to
fight the smile threatening to curl his lips.   Damned if he didn't admire her fearlessness that kept exploding when he
least expected. Damned if she didn't arouse him again.   Regardless, Jake made no motion, no sound,
never even blinked.   

 
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