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kept my promise.”
    His statement had a visible effect on her. Her body tensed as a blush teased her skin, coloring it a pretty pink. His gaze dropped to her chest, and he cursed his impetuous decision. Tight, hard buds peeked at him through her sweater before she mimicked his stance, crossing her arms on her chest and hitching one hip out to the side. It looked innocent enough, but he knew she was trying to hide the fact the idea of spending time with him aroused her.
    He groaned inwardly, willing his growing erection away. She wasn’t the only one feeling a bit desperate, and he wondered how long he could be around her before his dick started talking for him.
    “If hanging with you is my only ticket to freedom, then so be it.” She walked forward, stopping as she placed a solitary finger on his chest. “But consider yourself warned. Our previous discussion is far from over.”
    Cal nodded, curbing the smile that tugged against his mouth as she strode past him and out the door, her hips swaying seductively as she walked. He stared after her, wondering how his life had gone from pulling a prank with his brother, to being what appeared to be the butt of some cosmic joke. Either way, he was bound to Jordan for three days or until she finally killed him.

 
    Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Jordan waited beside a small booth as Cal arranged to have her car brought out from the police impound yard. He’d taken care of everything. Signing the papers to get her released, assuring all her belongings were present and accounted for. He’d even managed to change her basic hotel room to a suite, muttering something about not spending the next three nights on a crappy couch. Either way, it was clear he had no intentions of allowing her any form of freedom that didn’t involve him as her constant companion…at least not until she’d been cleared of all charges by the judge.
    She sighed, wishing the pounding in her head would ease enough she could think clearly. She hadn’t been lying when she’d confessed that most of the night was still fuzzy. It was as if a portion of her memory had just been wiped clean, leaving nothing but empty space in its place. It didn’t help that the missing pieces included her arrest, leaving her unable to confirm or deny the account that had brought her to the station.
    She mulled the thoughts over, trying to resurrect the missing time when a hand landed on her shoulder. She jumped, spinning around as she brought her hands up in defense. Cal frowned, eyeing her with the same expression he’d had when they’d talked in the station. Either he thought she was completely crazy, or he was just as confused about their unexpected reunion as she was.
    A flutter trembled through her stomach as she lowered her hands, pausing to take a look at him. A good look. He’d filled out a bit since she’d seen him last, any lingering hints of boyhood long gone now. His hair was longer and darker than she remembered, the thick strands teasing his eyes and collar. A scattering of fine lines graced the edges of his mouth, making his lips look more luscious than ever, and he had an air about him that beamed confidence.
    Her gaze swept down his body, taking in his broad shoulders and a lean waist. He looked as if he’d been hitting the gym pretty hard, not that he’d ever been weak. But seeing the way his muscles bunched the fabric of his shirt made her hands itch to trace each band until she’d memorized every inch of his physique.
    Cal cleared his throat, drawing her attention to his face. His blue eyes studied her, scanning her face as if he could read her thoughts by the way she watched him. Hell, maybe he could. She’d heard rumors about his little brother, Avery. That the man had some kind of psychic ability, though she didn’t have a clue what that even meant, let alone if it was true. She’d spent plenty of time around all the Smith boys, and she’d never witnessed anything out of the ordinary. And she doubted