world. Jordan liked and admired him. He was a brilliant forensic psychiatrist who ran a highly specialized unit within the FBI. They called it the lost-and-found department. Her brother Nick and Noah were part of Morganstern’s program. Among their responsibilities was finding lost and exploited children, and Jordan believed they were a substantial reason for the program’s success.
“You three seem to be enjoying yourselves.”
“How do you stand working with them?” Jordan asked.
“There are moments when I question my sanity. Especially with this one,” he said, tilting his head toward Noah.
“Sir, I’m sorry you and your wife got stuck at the same table with our aunt Iris,” Nick said. “Did she find out you were a doctor?”
“I’m afraid so, yes.”
“Iris is an obsessive hypochondriac,” he explained to Noah.
“What are the odds the doctor would get stuck sitting next to her?” Noah asked.
Everyone turned toward Morganstern’s table where Aunt Iris sat.
“One chance in one hundred seventy-nine thousand seven hundred,” Jordan answered before she could stop herself.
The men turned back to look at her.
Astonished, the doctor asked, “Is that an exact number or a guess?”
“An exact number based on six hundred guests,” she said. “I never guess.”
“Does she do this kind of stuff all the time?” Noah wondered aloud.
“Pretty much,” Nick answered.
“Just because I have a mind for math—”
“But with no common sense,” Nick finished.
“I could certainly use you on my team,” Morganstern said. “If you ever consider a change in careers, come work for me.”
“No,” Nick said emphatically.
“Absolutely not,” Noah said at the same time.
The doctor turned his head toward Jordan and gave her a conspiratorial wink. “I wouldn’t put her in the field right away. Like you two, she would need extensive training.” He looked as though he was pondering the possibility for a second or two, and then said, “I’ve got a good feeling about Jordan. I believe she’d be an asset to the unit.”
“Sir, isn’t there a rule against two members of the same family working together?”
“I don’t have that rule,” Morganstern said. “I wouldn’t make her go through the academy. I’d train her myself.”
Noah looked appalled. “Sir, it still isn’t a good idea,” he insisted while Nick vigorously nodded agreement.
Exasperated, Jordan turned to Noah and said, “Listen, Mister Buttinsky. This isn’t your decision. It’s mine.”
The doctor seemed fascinated by Noah’s reaction to his proposal.
“Would I get to carry a gun?” she asked.
“A gun is out of the question,” Nick said.
“You’re too uncoordinated and you’re blind as a bat,” Noah interjected. “You’d shoot yourself,” he predicted.
She smiled at Morganstern. “It was lovely talking to you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get away from these two cretins.”
Noah grabbed her arm. “Come on. Dance with me.”
Since he was already dragging her toward the dance floor, she felt it would be pointless to argue. The bride had coaxed her sister into singing. Isabel had the most wonderful voice, and when she began to sing Kate’s favorite ballad, a hush fell over the crowd. Young and old, they were all mesmerized by her.
Noah pulled Jordan into his arms and held her tight against him. She had to admit it wasn’t completely unpleasant. She did like the feel of his hard body pressed against hers. She liked his scent too. Whatever he was wearing was ruggedly sexy.
He was looking over the top of her head when he asked, “You wouldn’t really consider working for the doctor, would you?”
He actually sounded a little worried. She couldn’t resist provoking him just a little. “Only if I get to work with you.”
He smiled as he shook his head. “Not gonna happen. And you can’t really be serious, right?”
“Right,” she agreed. “I wouldn’t consider working for Doctor