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Jordan had always been tall and well built and he was the one who had tackled Jeremy.
    “This guy just came bursting into the apartment!” Jordan grated as she caught his shoulder with her free hand, trying to drag him up and off Jeremy.
    “Jordan, it’s all right!” With a great deal of effort, she managed to drag her ex-husband from Jeremy.
    “What the hell is going on, Kathy? The doorman is right behind me; he’s called the police!” Jeremy said indignantly. He scrambled to his feet, standing and straightening his shirt while watching Jordan with wary and accusing eyes.
    “Jeremy, this is—”
    “Whoa!” Jeremy exclaimed, his eyes growing very wide. He was staring at Jordan almost as if he had just met his Maker. He didn’t need any introduction from Kathy. “My God—you’re Jordan Treveryan!” He stared at Kathy as if she had betrayed him in the worst way, then offered a hand to Jordan. “Sorry. God, I’m so sorry. We were just on the phone, you see. Kathy and I. We were talking. When Kathy didn’t get back on with me, I thought something awful had happened to her. I thought she’d been attacked. You know, big city.”
    Kathy winced. She’d forgotten that Jeremy had been on the line. So now both men were standing in her bedroom and she was undressed. Jordan had his hands on his hips, surveying Jeremy as if he were a rival on a high-school football team. Not that Jordan had any rights, but then, being Jordan, he would have defended her to his last breath whether they had any relationship left or not.
    If she weren’t in such a ridiculous and half-naked situation, that might even be nice.
    “Kathy, who is this?” Jordan asked, looking to her at last.
    Who was Jeremy? A lifesaver, at this particular moment, she decided.
    She clutched Jeremy’s arm, still trying to hold her nightgown to her breast and maintain a semblance of dignity. “Jordan, Jeremy Hunt, a...a very good friend.” She looked to Jeremy. “I’m so sorry, darling, I was just so startled to see Jordan that I forgot the phone—”
    “Ms. Connoly!” The deep, masculine cry came from the doorway. Jordan arched a brow at her. “Ms. Connoly, are you in there, are you all right? Mr. Hunt? What’s going on? Will someone please answer me?”
    “James Tanner, the doorman!” Kathy said quickly to Jordan. “You must have met him on the way in.”
    He shook his head. “There was no one downstairs when I entered the building. A young man was outside helping an older woman into a car.”
    Jeremy gasped. “James said he’d been outside for a few minutes when I rushed in and saw him. He was going to call the police as I came on up here. Oh, Lord. I’m sure he did—”
    “Did call the police!” Kathy said in dismay.
    “I’ll run out and explain the situation to James and maybe he can call them back and stop them before they get here,” Jeremy said.
    He pulled away from Kathy. She lost the nightshirt—it was caught in his arm—as he did so. Turning beet red, she made a dive to retrieve it.
    Jeremy, flushed to a shade of crimson, returned it. He then walked out of the room as Kathy grasped the nightshirt to her chest. Jordan continued to stare at her, his lips curving into a smile of amusement...and something more. She wasn’t quite sure what.
    “Nothing I haven’t seen before,” he reminded her.
    “And nothing you have seen in a long, long time,” she reminded him.
    He shrugged. His smile deepened. “Things don’t seem to have changed much.”
    “Oh, but things have!” she assured him. “Jordan, will you please get out of here!”
    She didn’t need to issue the plea because at that moment they heard another voice. One she didn’t recognize. “Hey, in there! What’s going on?”
    “The cops!” she moaned. What else could happen to humiliate her?
    The police had not been stopped from coming. They were already here. Kathy was still clutching her nightshirt when two uniformed officers burst into her bedroom, guns