Do you have a horse in this race? Would you like to explain?”
“It was a mistake; it never should have happened. Sam heard me mention the young lady and mistook what I said.”
“What did you say?”
“It was nothing. I just said I wanted the girl to stop her crusading, that it was interfering with my business deals. That’s what Sam heard. I added that I wanted her to come back to me, but he didn’t hear that. He acted on what he thought I wanted.”
“And he thought that you wanted her to be shot? Would he have killed her?”
Thomas looked at him. “No, I don’t think so. He was just trying to help in his own way.”
Jordan watched the play of emotions on Thomas’s face. “But you MIGHT have wanted her hurt?” Thomas’s face paled. “You seem to have a long history with Miss. Kelly.” He paused, thinking about what he wanted to say. “What was your relationship, if I may ask?” Jordan watched as Thomas’s body straightened as he wondered what Jordan knew.
“I heard you had taken an interest in her. I hope it’s not a personal one. She has visions, and she has healing in her hands—there’s great power in her. You’d best be aware of all of that. Oh, and she’s very sensitive about her person. Touch is abhorrent to her.”
“And your relationship with her?” Jordan asked, pulling at his tie and opening his top button as he sat and waited. The man got up and moved about the room; his thoughts were obviously troubling.
“That’s private.”
Jordan stood gracefully from the chair, but his voice when he spoke was glacial. “You incite loathing in her for some reason; I was hoping you could tell me why, but I’ll ask her instead. She received your message, and she doesn’t want to see you. That’s her answer. No more messages, Thomas. In the meantime, stay far from her. Do you understand me?”
“Look, Jordan. Don’t believe everything she says. I didn’t...I never forced—never mind.”
“I’ve upset you. Does it have to do with the land you are attempting to lease in Jordan, or did you hurt her? It better be the former.”
Thomas’s eyes darted to his. “What do you know about the land?”
“Not as much as I want to know, but I’m very good at gathering information. Remember my Jordanian descent. I suggest you watch your step in that arena and especially with Ms. Kelly.”
“The word on the street is that she’s more than your client. She’s staying at your home, I believe.”
Jordan smirked “That’s private.” He moved to the front door as Thomas followed. “Goodnight. If you have anything else you want to talk to me about, let me know.” As he walked down the steps to his car, his mind was in overdrive. Thomas was afraid of Madison, and she was terrified of him?
CHAPTER 8
M adison was entertaining questions from a group at the foot of the stage where the discussion had been held. A government official was asking for her help in getting legislation passed to help the refugees of the area resettle. Her mind was filled with numbers, but she sensed when he entered the room.
Jordan’s eyes caught hers as he came up beside her. “I’m sorry, Miss Kelly, but your car is here. Perhaps you can meet with this gentleman later.” She acknowledged Jordan’s presence and his comment.
“George, could we meet to talk about this later this week, preferably towards the end? It is something that I am very much interested in, but I’m very pressed for time right now Call and we’ll get together.”
“I’ll be in touch.” She nodded and turned as she felt Jordan’s hand at her back.
They walked together towards the car, and he helped her inside, following her in. As the car sped off into the night, Jordan handed her his phone. “Your father is on the line.” She shook her head no, but Jordan persisted, wrapping her hand around it. “Yes.”
She swallowed, but she took the phone. “Dad. I’m fine. Really, I am. I left you a message telling you that.” There
“It was a mistake; it never should have happened. Sam heard me mention the young lady and mistook what I said.”
“What did you say?”
“It was nothing. I just said I wanted the girl to stop her crusading, that it was interfering with my business deals. That’s what Sam heard. I added that I wanted her to come back to me, but he didn’t hear that. He acted on what he thought I wanted.”
“And he thought that you wanted her to be shot? Would he have killed her?”
Thomas looked at him. “No, I don’t think so. He was just trying to help in his own way.”
Jordan watched the play of emotions on Thomas’s face. “But you MIGHT have wanted her hurt?” Thomas’s face paled. “You seem to have a long history with Miss. Kelly.” He paused, thinking about what he wanted to say. “What was your relationship, if I may ask?” Jordan watched as Thomas’s body straightened as he wondered what Jordan knew.
“I heard you had taken an interest in her. I hope it’s not a personal one. She has visions, and she has healing in her hands—there’s great power in her. You’d best be aware of all of that. Oh, and she’s very sensitive about her person. Touch is abhorrent to her.”
“And your relationship with her?” Jordan asked, pulling at his tie and opening his top button as he sat and waited. The man got up and moved about the room; his thoughts were obviously troubling.
“That’s private.”
Jordan stood gracefully from the chair, but his voice when he spoke was glacial. “You incite loathing in her for some reason; I was hoping you could tell me why, but I’ll ask her instead. She received your message, and she doesn’t want to see you. That’s her answer. No more messages, Thomas. In the meantime, stay far from her. Do you understand me?”
“Look, Jordan. Don’t believe everything she says. I didn’t...I never forced—never mind.”
“I’ve upset you. Does it have to do with the land you are attempting to lease in Jordan, or did you hurt her? It better be the former.”
Thomas’s eyes darted to his. “What do you know about the land?”
“Not as much as I want to know, but I’m very good at gathering information. Remember my Jordanian descent. I suggest you watch your step in that arena and especially with Ms. Kelly.”
“The word on the street is that she’s more than your client. She’s staying at your home, I believe.”
Jordan smirked “That’s private.” He moved to the front door as Thomas followed. “Goodnight. If you have anything else you want to talk to me about, let me know.” As he walked down the steps to his car, his mind was in overdrive. Thomas was afraid of Madison, and she was terrified of him?
CHAPTER 8
M adison was entertaining questions from a group at the foot of the stage where the discussion had been held. A government official was asking for her help in getting legislation passed to help the refugees of the area resettle. Her mind was filled with numbers, but she sensed when he entered the room.
Jordan’s eyes caught hers as he came up beside her. “I’m sorry, Miss Kelly, but your car is here. Perhaps you can meet with this gentleman later.” She acknowledged Jordan’s presence and his comment.
“George, could we meet to talk about this later this week, preferably towards the end? It is something that I am very much interested in, but I’m very pressed for time right now Call and we’ll get together.”
“I’ll be in touch.” She nodded and turned as she felt Jordan’s hand at her back.
They walked together towards the car, and he helped her inside, following her in. As the car sped off into the night, Jordan handed her his phone. “Your father is on the line.” She shook her head no, but Jordan persisted, wrapping her hand around it. “Yes.”
She swallowed, but she took the phone. “Dad. I’m fine. Really, I am. I left you a message telling you that.” There
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