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“Well…we slept together. But he didn’t do anything I didn’t want him to do.”

That’s a gentleman in Jordan’s book. In mine as well, I guess. I just know a lot more about Giancarlo that she does, and he’s definitely not a gentleman.

“I see. It’s best if you nip this in the bud, Jordy.”

“Shoot. I really liked him. But I’m sure you have a good reason that you can’t tell me.”

“I do. You know what I do for a living. I’m bound by ethics.”

Which I’ve thrown out the window for Falcon Bellamy, but Jordan doesn’t know that.

“Yeah, I know. I guess I’ll tell him tonight when he calls.”

Except Giancarlo won’t be calling anyone tonight. “I think it’s for the best. I know this comes at a rotten time, but I felt I had to say something.”

“No. I appreciate it. You mean well. I know you’re just looking out for me.”

“Right. You’d do the same for me.”

“Except I’d be able to tell you why,” she says, her tone a bit pissy.

I suppose I can’t blame her. “Maybe. Or maybe not. It would depend on the circumstances.”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” She sighs. Now I have two things I need to try to get off my mind.”

“Sorry, Jordy.”

“It’s okay. It’s better that I know. Talk soon, Sav.”

“Bye.

Now I can only hope Giancarlo makes it. I’m hanging on by a thread, and if I find out I accidentally killed someone?

I’m liable to leap into nothingness.

11

FALCON

My eyes are closed, and I’m rinsing the soap from my hair when the shower door slides open and Savannah’s soft body melts against mine.

I open my eyes. “Hey, baby.”

“I called Jordan. Told her that her new boyfriend is a criminal.”

“You what?”

“I didn’t tell her anything. Just told her I had information that I couldn’t divulge. She assumed it had something to do with my job, so I let her think that.”

“Good call.”

“It was a good excuse. Then she waxed poetic about how she admired my ethics. What a farce.”

“You are ethical, Savannah.”

“Says the parolee who’s in the shower with me.”

I touch her cheek. “Hey. Neither of us expected this to happen. We met before—”