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widened, and he realized how disproportionate they were to her long, lean face. Round and bright, they looked almost cartoonish. Once again, he thought of Betty Boop. But this time, his twisted brain took the thought a step further. Betty Boop — naked.
    It had been a long day, long enough to turn classic children’s television into porn. His face bunched with wrinkles of disgust.
    â€œI’ll wear it because it’s painfully obvious you’re as uncomfortable with the human body as you are with spirituality. But for my peace of mind, let me tell you … I could have this conversation completely naked and not think twice about it.”
    Jordon’s peace of mind shattered. “I don’t give a flying fuck what you are or aren’t wearing. Just tell me what happened.”
    Maggie lifted her face to the early-November sun and filled her lungs so deeply a flood of fresh air landed in his gut. “Carlos jumped into the lake, and I pulled him out.” Her voice reeked of calm, like she rescued sinking souls every day.
    â€œYou overreacted.” Jordon knew the kid had issues, but suicidal thoughts weren’t among them.
    â€œNo such thing when it comes to a client’s safety,” she huffed.
    He tried to imagine the scene he’d missed. It didn’t make sense. “Maybe he wanted to swim.”
    â€œIn a hooded sweatshirt and construction boots?”
    Jordon refused to believe Carlos was beyond fixing, but a familiar heaviness sat on his chest. He reached a hand to his heart and scratched at the discomfort, knowing it wasn’t physical. His physician had proclaimed him healthy as an ox.
    Maggie let the jacket slide off her shoulders, and handed it to him as she passed. “I’m going to check on him again, but you need to make arrangements for someone to stay with him fulltime, or he’ll have to be admitted. He can’t be left alone.”
    Jordon wasn’t a PhD, but he knew a thing or two about the inner workings of men. First, physical health — as it related to appearance — was always more important than emotional health, at least in the circles he frequented. And second, only a man could feel certain sadness and basic lust near simultaneously.
    Without much thought to her parting words, Jordon watched her walk away. Her bright skirt bounced against her backside. For narrow hips, they sure swung with enthusiasm.
    A lump filled his throat right before a lump filled his pants.
    â€œMaggie, don’t you want to know why I’m here?” He let her believe he planned to stay in New York while she conducted her assessment. It was easier that way. As it was, he sensed her hesitation over being here hadn’t waned.
    She cut across the lower tier of the deck, running her hand along the rope railing. “I know why you’re here, Mr. Kemmons. You’re checking up on the flake you hired, because you doubted she could handle the job. Well you’re right. Bravo,” she called, emphasizing the words with a little hand clap. “Find someone else for the job. And … you can call me Dr. Collins.”
    Jordon would do nothing of the sort. He’d call her whatever he damn well wanted to call her. And at the moment, it was all he could do not to call her back.
    â€¢ • •
    Maggie wandered through the house, until she came across the room where Carlos was sleeping. Once again, she stayed by his side until she was positive he wasn’t faking sleep to avoid talking, and then she dragged her suitcase to a bathroom in the main hall.
    She changed out of her wet clothes and thought about the current situation. Carlos jumped in the lake. Jordon showed up after all. And Maggie hid in a bathroom, trying to decide how to deal with a confused twenty-year-old and a dark man who scared the living light out of her.
    A strange sensation lingered in her chest ever since Jordon said her name on the pier, and her head hurt again.