“She was young enough to be interested.”
My eyebrows furrowed together. “I’ve learned that age doesn’t matter. Lots of older women are seduced by my family name.”
“Even though you went to prison?”
“Jordan.” I reached out and touched the bottom of her chin. I couldn’t help myself. I’d been holding off from using her given name, but as it slipped past my lips, it felt good. It felt natural.
A small cleft was there, and it became accentuated when she was worried. I remembered watching her during the entire court proceedings and noticing it.
I said softly, “Sometimes, I think the prison thing turns them on even more. They know I’m not a psychopath. I killed one man, and it was to save a girl.”
She held still, her eyes holding mine.
My gaze fell to her lips. “They’d like to delude themselves into thinking that I’d do the same for them.”
“You wouldn’t?” Her chest rose but never went back down.
I moved closer to her. “No. I did it only for one person.” I looked back up, right into her eyes. “And I’d do it again.”
Her throat constricted, swallowing. Her chest fell abruptly down and jerked back up. I was breathing heavily, too.
Her phone started going off then.
Of course. It was like clockwork.
“Sorry,” she exhaled out, raking a hand through her hair. Crossing the room for her bag, she gestured to one of the bedrooms. “I’m going to take this in here.”
I nodded and waited until she closed the door. She wasn’t the only one who needed to take a call. I went to the back patio and pulled my phone out.
Cal picked up on the first ring, like he always did. He greeted, “How do you like the new digs?”
“So far, they’re working well: small, private, exclusive. As long as the staff remain discreet, I might use them again.”
He grunted, popping something into his mouth and chewing. “You know what else you should use? Security. They’d be useful to have around.”
“I can move around easier on my own.”
Another grunt. He kept chewing. “Don’t be calling my ass in the middle of the night when you have some stalker breaking in to rape your behind. I do a lot of services for you, but personal security is not one of them.”
A small grin formed at the corner of my mouth. “You’re one of the best private investigators I know, but I can hold my own with fighting.”
“Yeah, sure. All that time in prison really hardened you, huh?”
A slight chuckle slipped out. “It didn’t make me softer.”
His own laugh faded, and it was time for business. “So, what’s up? You don’t call for social chats.”
“I had an incident earlier. A cab driver recognized Jordan.”
“Are you kidding me? She’s there?”
I ignored that part. “I got his dash camera and his USB cord, but he could be a problem.”
“You got the number of the car?” After I told him, he said, “All right. I’ll track him down and see if we need to put precautions in place or not.” He was quiet for a beat. “If I were your family or on your legal team or, hell, even on your publicist team, I would advise against having that girl anywhere close to you. But I’m not, and I know that you’re going to do whatever you want. Just be smart, Kian. You’re a good kid. Hell, you’re not a kid with the shit you’ve gone through. You’re damn smart. I wouldn’t want you to throw away your freedom for a piece of vagina.”
I grinned, checking over my shoulder. Jo was in the living room with the television turned on.
“Cal, if I were going to throw away my freedom for a piece of vagina, it’d have to be yours. Shriveled up, smelly—”
“Shut up.” He laughed. “All right. I’ll check on all of this. I mean it, be smart. I know you want to protect this girl. It landed you in trouble, but sometimes, you have to do what’s in your best interest. She doesn’t have anyone hurting her this time.”
After saying good-bye, I waited outside. Jo was sitting on a side couch, so I could see her profile. She didn’t know where I was. She kept glancing toward the front hallway and then to the back hallway leading to the back elevator. She wasn’t guarded in this one instance. I absorbed every inch of her, as much as I could.
Cal was right. There was no Edmund hurting her.
Her current boyfriend, whomever he was to her, wasn’t violent. He came from an upper middle-class background. The worst secret he had was a cheating father, or so Cal’s report had told me. She wasn’t in danger from him or her roommate, the overzealous reporter.
I lied to Jo before. I knew who her roommate was long before I decided to interview with the school’s paper. I set everything in place. No matter what, Jo had to be taken care of.