A Lot like Love
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“Do you think we got enough evidence to convict?”
“It’ll have to be enough. I’ll call Davis to let him know that we should proceed with Eckhart and Trilani’s arrests.” Nick’s other line beeped, and he checked to see who was calling. “Speak of the devil. I swear, Davis either has ESP or taps on our phones. He always knows when this stuff goes down.”
He clicked over to answer Davis’s call. “I was just about to call you, boss. We’ve got a situation here with Eckhart.”
Davis’s voice sounded uncharacteristically terse. “What situation?”
Nick explained that Eckhart hadn’t shown up for the meeting with Trilani. When he was finished, Davis’s next question caught him off guard.
“Where is Jordan Rhodes right now?”
Nick didn’t see why that was relevant right then. “I’m guessing she opened her store at ten. Why?”
“We picked up a call coming from the phone line at DeVine Cellars. The line that connects to the alarm system,” Davis said. “Somebody there pushed the panic button.”
Jordan.
Nick already had his car keys in his hand and was running out the door. “I’m on my way.”
JORDAN’S EYES HELD on the gun pointed at her.
She tried to keep her voice calm. “Xander. What are you doing?”
He tightened his grip on the gun. “Come around the bar. Slowly. And go shut the shades.”
The store’s phone began to ring. The alarm company, she thought. When she didn’t answer, they would send the police over. Which meant she needed to keep Xander talking until they got there.
Getting her first good look at him, she saw that he hadn’t shaved for several days. And there were dark circles underneath his eyes, eyes that regarded her with calculated fury. “I think you should put the gun away so we can talk about this.”
“And I think you should shut your lying mouth. Go close the goddamn blinds.”
Not being in a position to disagree, Jordan did as he asked. Xander kept the gun trained on her as she walked to the front windows and pulled down the shades, one at a time.
“And the one over the door,” he ordered. He stood directly behind her and placed the gun against the back of her head. “Don’t get any ideas about running.”
Jordan closed her eyes, feeling the pressure of the barrel against her scalp. Just keep stalling. As she shut the final shade over the door, she looked hopefully for someone who might be walking by, someone she could possibly signal, but no luck.
She did a quick assessment in her head. She must’ve bought herself at least three or four minutes already. The police had to be on their way. After she finished drawing the shade, she heard her cell phone ringing in the back room.
“Lock the door.” The gun dug harder against the back of her head.
She did as he asked.
“Now move back into the center of the room.”
Jordan glanced around the store, at the wine bottles everywhere. Maybe she could grab one to use as a weapon and . . . risk being shot by the man who had a big-time ax to grind with her, a man who undoubtedly would be all too happy to have another excuse to pull the trigger.
Not the best plan.
She moved toward the middle of the store and turned around.
“Now we can talk without worrying about interruptions,” Xander said.
More stalling. “Great. Maybe now you can tell me why you have a gun pointed at me.”
“Drop the f**king charade, Jordan. I know everything. Your boyfriend, Nick McCall, works for the FBI. You brought him to the party so he could bug my office.” Xander cocked his head, drawing closer. “It was when you asked me to join you on the terrace, wasn’t it? Is that when he did it?”
“My boyfriend’s name is Nick Stanton and he’s in real estate,” Jordan said steadily. “The night of the party, I asked you to join me on the terrace to discuss wine. That’s all.”
With his free hand, Xander backhanded her across the face.
Caught off guard, Jordan fell back and tripped on the leg of a display table. Her wrist cracked against the tile floor as she tried to break her fall.
Her eyes blurred from the sharp pain in her cheek and shooting down her wrist. She touched her face gingerly and winced. Holding her left arm against her body, she propped herself up with one hand and turned around to face Xander.
He stood before her with a satisfied glint in his eyes. “Not so smug now, are you?” He knelt down to her. “Tell me the truth.” Once again, he moved the gun to her head.
Given the circumstances, Jordan knew she needed to give him something. When in trouble . . . she went with her usual out.
“I did it for Kyle.” Her voice was strained from the throbbing pain in her wrist as she began to tell her lies. “The FBI threatened me. They said they would make sure that he was denied any chance for early parole, and that they’d make his life a living hell at MCC.” She looked at Xander as if pleading for him to understand. “He’s my brother, Xander. I had no choice.”
He seemed momentarily uncertain. Then the hard expression returned. “Bullshit. It’s been all over the news—they let your brother out of prison. That was your deal.”
“You think I’d be foolish enough to agree to leave Kyle in prison after they threatened him? I told them I wouldn’t cooperate unless the U.S. attorney promised in writing to release him.”
For a moment, Xander almost appeared to believe her.