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it looked as if she might argue, but she finally nodded. “Fine.” Instead of wrapping her arm back around him, she kept her arms tightly around herself as they headed to his place.
* * * * *
Jordan felt as if her emotions were on a freaking tilt-a-whirl. Completely out of control and making her just a little bit nauseous. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as she sat on the couch and half listened to Vincent’s conversation. He was talking to someone he worked with. A woman. Jordan could tell because of the softer tone of his voice. Even if she hadn’t heard Vincent originally talking to the woman’s husband, she would have known.
He was always like that. Back when they’d been dating she could always tell if he was talking to his mom or one of his sisters. Whenever that happened, he seemed almost docile, like a little puppy. Jordan had always wondered what kind of woman it would take to make a man like Vincent be on his best behavior. Sadly she’d never gotten the chance to meet his family. And right about now, Jordan had a feeling she never would.
Not with the way things were headed between her and Vincent. She sure as hell didn’t want to be his responsibility and that’s what he was treating her like. They’d been randomly attacked but she wasn’t worried about some maniac breaking into her place. Hardly anyone knew she was here. The man she’d put behind bars and his brother that she’d feared for so long were both dead. There was no one left to hurt her.
After what felt like an eternity, Vincent finally ended his phone call. Leaning forward on the couch, he set his phone on the coffee table between them and rubbed a hand over his hair. It was still just as short as it had been seven years ago. His habit of rubbing his head when he was agitated hadn’t changed either.
“So what did your friend say?” She couldn’t stand the suspense.
He looked up at her and pinned her with that pale stare. “Lizzy is going to look into all my old files, see if anything sticks out. I had a few brushes with assholes on various cases, but nothing to warrant the kind of attack we had tonight. And nothing recent. That type of raw violence just doesn’t make sense.” She could see the wheels turning in his head as he looked at her and she realized he wasn’t really seeing her, but thinking.
“Sometimes crazy just doesn’t make sense.” She’d lived for years in a semi-state of fear. It didn’t matter that she’d been in WITSEC, that fear had taken root deep inside her and she refused to live like that again. Hell no. She was finally free and was determined to actually live that way.
“Yeah, maybe,” he muttered before opening his laptop.
Frowning, she glanced at the nautical themed clock that was made to look like a porthole on the wall next to the sliding glass door. “It’s almost midnight, why don’t you get some rest?” There were two bedrooms, both with queen sized beds, so he’d have plenty of room to stretch out.
He grunted a non-response and fired up his laptop anyway. Sighing, she stood. She knew better than to argue with him when he was determined about something. The man could be damn stubborn when he wanted. She headed to the kitchen and made a half pot of coffee. If he was going to be up, she figured she could at least do something. Once it was brewed, she poured him a mug, but found the living room empty.
Jordan set the mug on the side table and glanced at his computer screen. A file had been pulled up that almost looked like a mug shot of a woman. A very beautiful blonde woman. Next to the picture was a bunch of text. She started to scan it when she heard a door shut.
Vincent appeared from the hallway moments later. His eyes lit up when he saw the mug. “You made coffee?”
“Yep, just the way you like it.” Two scoops of sugar, nothing more.
He grinned in such a boyish way, she forgot about pretty much everything for a few seconds.
* * * * *
Jordan felt as if her emotions were on a freaking tilt-a-whirl. Completely out of control and making her just a little bit nauseous. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as she sat on the couch and half listened to Vincent’s conversation. He was talking to someone he worked with. A woman. Jordan could tell because of the softer tone of his voice. Even if she hadn’t heard Vincent originally talking to the woman’s husband, she would have known.
He was always like that. Back when they’d been dating she could always tell if he was talking to his mom or one of his sisters. Whenever that happened, he seemed almost docile, like a little puppy. Jordan had always wondered what kind of woman it would take to make a man like Vincent be on his best behavior. Sadly she’d never gotten the chance to meet his family. And right about now, Jordan had a feeling she never would.
Not with the way things were headed between her and Vincent. She sure as hell didn’t want to be his responsibility and that’s what he was treating her like. They’d been randomly attacked but she wasn’t worried about some maniac breaking into her place. Hardly anyone knew she was here. The man she’d put behind bars and his brother that she’d feared for so long were both dead. There was no one left to hurt her.
After what felt like an eternity, Vincent finally ended his phone call. Leaning forward on the couch, he set his phone on the coffee table between them and rubbed a hand over his hair. It was still just as short as it had been seven years ago. His habit of rubbing his head when he was agitated hadn’t changed either.
“So what did your friend say?” She couldn’t stand the suspense.
He looked up at her and pinned her with that pale stare. “Lizzy is going to look into all my old files, see if anything sticks out. I had a few brushes with assholes on various cases, but nothing to warrant the kind of attack we had tonight. And nothing recent. That type of raw violence just doesn’t make sense.” She could see the wheels turning in his head as he looked at her and she realized he wasn’t really seeing her, but thinking.
“Sometimes crazy just doesn’t make sense.” She’d lived for years in a semi-state of fear. It didn’t matter that she’d been in WITSEC, that fear had taken root deep inside her and she refused to live like that again. Hell no. She was finally free and was determined to actually live that way.
“Yeah, maybe,” he muttered before opening his laptop.
Frowning, she glanced at the nautical themed clock that was made to look like a porthole on the wall next to the sliding glass door. “It’s almost midnight, why don’t you get some rest?” There were two bedrooms, both with queen sized beds, so he’d have plenty of room to stretch out.
He grunted a non-response and fired up his laptop anyway. Sighing, she stood. She knew better than to argue with him when he was determined about something. The man could be damn stubborn when he wanted. She headed to the kitchen and made a half pot of coffee. If he was going to be up, she figured she could at least do something. Once it was brewed, she poured him a mug, but found the living room empty.
Jordan set the mug on the side table and glanced at his computer screen. A file had been pulled up that almost looked like a mug shot of a woman. A very beautiful blonde woman. Next to the picture was a bunch of text. She started to scan it when she heard a door shut.
Vincent appeared from the hallway moments later. His eyes lit up when he saw the mug. “You made coffee?”
“Yep, just the way you like it.” Two scoops of sugar, nothing more.
He grinned in such a boyish way, she forgot about pretty much everything for a few seconds.
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