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the gun, and she thought she was going to die, but her visions hadn’t warned her of this attack. She forced her eyes open, and her breathing settled as she matched her breathing to the feel of Jordan’s breathing beneath her.
    “Miss Kelly. Can you hear me?” Mac asked. She swallowed and nodded bringing her eyes to his. “How are you feeling?”
    “Tired. So tired, but better. I’m all right. It was just a faint. Thank you.” Mac looked at Jordan and shook his head softly in a negative way.
    “You need to rest, Miss.” He gave her another drink from the glass of fruit juice, and Jordan helped her to hold it steady. “Sip this slowly.” He pumped up her blood pressure gauge again, looking at the low numbers. They had barely moved from their previous reading. “What do you want us to tell the press?” This was addressed to Jordan.
    “Press? They’re here?” Jordan asked. Madison’s eyes grew wide, and she wondered if Thomas had already received word of his failed attempt. He had probably ordered it, but he did not want her dead. He wanted to retaliate against her; she knew that with a certainty. He would sell her visionary skills, and he would rape her body.
    “Word of the attempted shooting and the identity of her assailant has already hit the newspapers. She’s a celebrity, Jordan, and someone tried to take her out.”
    “Tell them she’s fine, and she will come out and make a statement at 2:00 PM this afternoon.”
    “Are you sure she will be up to that?”
    “She will.”
    Mac raised his eyebrows. “Make sure she rests then. We don’t want another collapse. She’s fragile right now.”
    “I’ll see that she rests. It will be a limited news conference, a statement read and then five questions carefully screened. My people will take care of it.”
    Mac gathered up his gear and looked at her. “Your color is getting better. I want you to rest as much as you can and get more fluid in you as well as some food. I bet you didn’t have breakfast this morning, did you?” Jordan glanced down at her angrily.
    “No. You would have that right. I didn’t have time.” She thought that escaping from the house should take precedence over breakfast. Jordan tipped the glass of juice to her lips, and she drank some more, as he eased back to make sure she didn’t choke. The EMT’s packed up their gear and left wishing her well. Mac called over his shoulder, “Call me if you need me.”
    And then there were just the two of them, Jordan looking at her intently, pulling her chin around trying to read her thoughts. “Food first, and then you’ll sleep. Talk will come last.” She lowered her eyes from the intensity of his gaze.
    “I’d like a shower please and then some comfortable clothes.” Jordan nodded.
    “Lie still. I’ll get your clothing from the upstairs room.” He got one more sip of juice in her before he left. Madison finally relaxed on his bed. Maybe she should just run. He had to be a mistake; he wasn’t the man; she had gotten it wrong. She laughed softly at herself. Another would come.
    Physically, she was too weak to run now, and she knew it. Her body was no longer responding to her commands. Jordan came back into the room and pulled her lounge pants, a camisole and her white bikini panties out of the backpack, laying them out across the back of the king-sized chair in the room. “I’m getting the shower ready; there’s a bench in there for you to sit on as you wash yourself. I will help you in and out.” He paused. “Do you need help getting out of your clothes?” The question was purely a clinical one.
    It would be an interesting come-on if he really meant it, but he had no fucking interest in her at all. Her lips twitched in a smile, as he caught her expression. “What are you thinking?” She shook her head at him. Witch —that’s what she was.
    He helped her up and walked her into the massive bath off his room. He wasn’t kidding when he said his bedroom was a suite. A