“We were talking, then things started heating up. We became intimate. “Jordan shifted his eyes away. I got it, no details on that one.
“Then they shot her. She was still warm in my arms, when a bullet came through the window. I tried covering her, but I wasn’t fast enough.”
Jordan’s head fell into his hands. I hadn’t known what to say. It was obvious he was carrying a shit load of guilt. It was unwarranted, of course. There was nothing Jordan could have done.
A gasp pulled my attention away from my distressed friend. She had somehow snuck up on us, once again. It was becoming a habit I didn’t like. We were supposed to have great supernatural hearing, but our single-mindedness was hindering our gifts. Jordan and I had better snap out of it before we left. In our job, there was no room for mistakes.
Sam stood in the doorway of our office, a look of such sorrow crossing her face that I felt my own heart break. Had she heard what Jordan had said? Was she upset that he had been intimate with someone else?
I reached out to her, my hand hovered in the air, as I began to walk towards her. Sam hobbled past me on her crutches and into Jordan’s arms, never looking my way.
20
Sam
I woke feeling surprisingly refreshed, yet sore in the most delicious ways. Smiling, I stretched carefully and looked at the clock. It was after six in the evening. My stomach rumbled, reminding me it had been hours since my last meal.
I wondered if Alex or Jordan would mind getting some take out. I had the worst craving for barbecued pork. Throughout my whole pregnancy, I had wanted the stuff and it had been weeks since my last fix. I hadn’t wanted to bother Alex with my demands, so I tried to ignore the cravings, but I didn’t want to hold out any longer.
The apartment was quiet, so I decided to get dressed and search for the guys. I grabbed my robe that was laid out neatly at the foot of the bed. My smile widened at how thoughtful the men could be. The robe was much easier to get into than my other clothes. And off, I thought with a wicked grin.
Once the sash was tied, I took hold of my crutches and eased up off the bed carefully. Moving around with them was getting easier, however, taking it slow was necessary.
I stopped in the bathroom first, then headed down the hall towards Jordan and Alex’s office. Their voices carried through the partly open door. The conversation sounded serious, so I kept quiet. Thinking it best that I wait for them to finish, I turned to leave when Jordan’s voice rose in anger. I hoped they weren’t arguing.
I peeked through the small opening in the door. I could see Jordan to my left, sitting behind his desk. He was glaring daggers at Alex, who was standing with his back to the door. His hands sat firmly on his hips, as he stared back at Jordan.
“Would you have done it?”
“Is that what’s going on? You feel guilty? Jordan, you’re right. I probably wouldn’t have slept with Layla, mostly because of Sam. But, I don’t think you did anything wrong.”
My head jerked back. Alex was implying that Jordan was sleeping with someone else. My mind reeled with questions. Did he have sex with this woman before we had broken up? Was he still seeing her?
“That’s not what this is about,” Jordan said.
“Well, what’s going on then?”
There was a thick silence, as I held my breath in an effort to stay undetected. I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but I needed to know more. My heart was pounding, worried that the future I had begun to hope for, was all a farce. If I made my presence known, they would surely stop talking.
I jumped when Alex suddenly shouted. “Jordan! I was trying to let you tell me what was wrong on your own time, but I’ve had enough. You are acting like a child. How is this relationship between you, Sam and me going to work if you can’t communicate? I’m not going to spend the rest of my life trying figure out what the hell’s wrong with you.”
There was another tense moment of silence, but it didn’t last near as long.
“Layla’s dead.”
Jordan’s voice was hard as stone. I held back the gasp that wanted to spill from my throat.
“We were talking, then things started heating up.” His voice lowered, and I strained to hear. “We became intimate.”
I closed my eyes, wishing I could cover my ears. It hurt to think about him with someone else.
“Then they shot her.”
My eyes flew open wide, as he talked about the woman’s death. His tone had softened, and I could hear the sorrow in his voice.
“She was still warm in my arms, when a bullet came through the window. I tried covering her, but I wasn’t fast enough.”
My heart broke for the pain and guilt he was obviously feeling. The gasp I tried to hold only seconds before, broke from my lips as Jordan’s head fell to his hands in despair.