My captor clapped a hand over my mouth, then spun me to face him and I melted. It was Jordan. Without removing his hand, he flicked his gaze to the right—a silent order for me to listen. I heard the click-click of footsteps. Someone in heels was fleeing toward the back of the house. A grunt. A rattle of a door. A curse by a female. Glass shattered. The door the woman had selected must have been locked with a dead-bolt key. In seconds, I heard the roar of a car engine and the sound of tires peeling off. The woman was getting away. Before I could ask the identity of the woman, Jordan cupped my head in his hands and kissed me hard. It was the most riveting kiss I’d ever experienced. I pressed into him and kissed back with equal intensity until the immediacy of the situation hit me full force. I came up for air. “What just happened?” “Besides us connecting on a deep spiritual level?” he teased. “Be serious. Who was here? Winona? Prudence?” “Your cousin’s ex-wife.” “Sylvie?
