Till Dark

Jordan stepped from the steaming bathroom feeling revived and ready to face another day. Boy she thought I guess I have to go back home to get some rest from my vacation. All the way here she had visualized herself lying on the beach relaxing for two weeks and now some maniac, who for some strange reason wanted her dead, was chasing her. She sighed and walked into the small den where Andy lay asleep on the sofa. She watched him shift and a sense of longing came over her. She had watched Darien sleep on the sofa many times and had even joined him on occasion. Andy sighed in his sleep and Jordan sat down in the chair facing the sofa and opened her own computer. This is a perfect story she thought a man and a woman being chased by a madman. Jordan smiled and began typing away at the keys. It had been days since she had checked her e-mail and decided that maybe that was not such a bad idea so she started answering a few of them. Lost in her work she looked up when she heard Andy stirring. He had apparently been watching her for some time. He asked her how she felt. "What?" She was still a million miles away mentally and it took her a few minutes to comprehend what he was saying. "I didn't mean to break your concentration. Are you telling your friend about me? I know it can't be work related because you have a dreamy look about you. How are your wounds this morning?" Completely sobered now, she simply stared at him. "No. It is for work, and I have a dreamy look on my face because I'm sleepy." "Sure that's it exactly." Andy laughed with Jordan and they both grew quiet after that.

She stared into a pair of hazel eyes that made her heart melt and without taking her eyes from his intense gaze she spoke. "I suppose we should think about breakfast now." Neither made a move. The air was so thick you could smell it sweet and sweaty. Finally Andy broke the spell by getting up and walking over to the telephone. "So what would you like from room service?" He began looking around in the drawers for a menu. He could barely think straight with Jordan being so close to him and that stare. It was practically an invitation for trouble; especially where he was concerned.

The hotel offers a breakfast so how about we run down and grab some. He agreed. Give me a few minutes to get ready he said and busied himself with finding his shoes and socks. His tousled hair made Jordan suddenly ache to run her fingers through it. She caught herself and walked instead into the room to slip on shoes on and run a brush through her tangled mass of curls. A few minutes later they sat across from each other with matching steaming cups of coffee and enough food to feed a small army. Jordan ate hungrily. Nothing had tasted so good. She had not realized how hungry she was until it was in front of her.