A faint noise brought Jordan back from the past with a start and she realized that it was someone knocking at her door. Drawing a long steadying breath Jordan thanked heaven that she had put waterproof mascara on and headed toward the persistent knocking. Without asking who was there she opened the door expecting to see Clark but instead it was Andy. Sucking in air loudly she fought hard to control the scream at the back of her throat. "What are you doing here? You have a lot of nerve showing your face after you nearly got me..." Andy snatched Jordan into his arms and silenced her protest by kissing her roughly. She squirmed till she wrenched her arms free and then shoved him away as hard as she could and stepped back. "Jordan what…?" He began but Jordan cut him off before he could even remotely get his question out. "How dare you barge in here and kiss me like that when you tried to kill me this afternoon." I'm calling hotel security. She was angrier than ever and her eyes blazed daggers at Andy from a few feet away. He looked at her stunned. "What in the devil are you talking about? I was trying to save you from that Clark character that you seem to admire so well." Her face twisted in anger and she took a step further away from him toward the phone. "What does this have to do with him?" Taking a step to match hers he folded his arms across his chest in a gesture of strength and power. "I had some friends of mine do some checking on this guy and no one seemed to carry any kind of record on him. Then I got a picture of him and sent it through to an old college buddy who works for the FBI. It seems this guy is a well known hit man who always seems to elude the authorities." Jordan's mouth flew open. "That is the most ridiculous story I have ever heard! I'm calling the police, and have them question you, as to why you tried to kill me." He blew a breath out noisily. "Jordan, if I really tried to kill you I would not have come here tonight. I would have done it the other day on the beach or when you were at my house. I certainly would not have cared to kiss you. I have proof of the FBI report at my house please come and look at it and you'll see that I'm telling the truth." He began to pace back and forth in front of the door blocking her chances of escape. "I can't just leave with you I have a da..." Just then the phone rang. "Hello. Yes, this is she. Oh... Yes, that will be fine Thank you." Softly replacing the receiver she turned to face Andy. "Well it looks as though you just got your lucky break. My date is going to be late so I can go with you but only for a half hour and no funny stuff you got me?" Jordan warned Andy but a part of her could not get over that kiss Andy had given her. She touched her lips on the way to the room still feeling a tingle there. "What are you thinking Jordan he's the crazy person who tried to kill you this afternoon."Just let me get my handbag. She called over her shoulder. "You might want to grab a light jacket it feels a bit windy out there." Andy called after her. "Thanks I will." Jordan called back. Disappearing into the room quietly she pushed the door to and walked to the phone next to the bed. With trembling fingers she dialed the number Officer Nelson had given her. He picked up on the second ring and Jordan quickly gave him Andy's address. Replacing the phone in its cradle she hurried to get her velvet wrap. On her way out Jordan took one last glimpse at herself in the mirror to make sure her make-up still looked fine and that her hair had not gotten loose from her episode. A smile of satisfaction spread across her lips and she headed out the door to meet Andy.