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say it? She wanted to kick herself. Sometimes her mouth got away from her but she’d caught herself. “Now you want to talk?”
    “Jordan.” There was a warning note in his voice. One that made her nipples tingle in awareness.
    “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.” Since him. But she’d tried dating, hoping she’d find that crazy spark with someone else. At least enough of a spark to incite that sexual hunger she’d only ever had with Vincent. Unfortunately it had never happened and she hadn’t been willing to settle for less than what she’d had with him. She just wasn’t hardwired that way.
    “How long?” His fingers clenched again.
    Anger flared in her at the question. “Vincent, that’s—”
    “How. Long.” There he went again with that demanding voice that sent a shiver of need down her spine.
    She used to love it when he ordered her around in the bedroom. He was so forceful and dominating and everything about him had made her melt. Almost against her will she answered. “Since you.”
    At her words, anger flared in his eyes, the darkness lighting up his pale gaze as he turned away from her. “No. Fuck no . Don’t tell me that,” he growled, anger burning in each word.
    Suddenly chilled, she wrapped her arms around herself. Being naked like this with him still clothed and angry, she felt emotionally vulnerable. “Well, it’s true.”
    He scrubbed a hand over his head but didn’t turn around. “I’m taking you to dinner tonight. I’ll pick you up at six.” Then he left in a few long strides, the front door slamming behind him before she had a chance to even figure out what the hell had gone wrong.

 
    Chapter 3
     
    That bitch was going to pay. Jordan Alvarado thought she could get away with what she’d done, but she was about to learn the hard way what real suffering meant. Putting a tracker on her phone had been tricky, but after stealing it then cloning it before slipping it back into her purse, tailing Jordan to Key West had been relatively easy.
    The man who’d shown up at her condo today was interesting. He was the same one she’d gone to see in Miami. So he obviously meant something to Jordan. And that was something that could be used against her.
    Jordan was responsible for Curtis’s death, whether indirectly or not, so making her pay was necessary. Curtis had been the best brother in the world. He’d been everything.
    The fact that hurting Jordan’s friend would be fun didn’t matter. She would suffer over losing him, then die. Figuring out exactly who her visitor was first though, was important.
    After he left her condo, the tall man made his way through the city until he finally stopped around upper Duval Street. There was a private turnoff that was easy to miss because of the security gate. His car slowed then idled as a gate rolled back to reveal a courtyard and small cottage. The place might be small but with private, off street parking in this part of town—that place would be a pretty penny. And it didn’t look like a rental.
    So either the unknown male was wealthy or he had friends who were. Which meant he likely did well for himself, too, because rich people didn’t hang out with poor people. His place in Miami had been very nice and the security sticker sign on one of his windows had indicated his system was state of the art. Not the standard companies most people went with.
    He hadn’t been very interesting until now, but if getting to Jordan through him was possible, that’s the way it would be. Unfortunately the man had looked armed and definitely dangerous. A slight bulge under the back of his T-shirt had been visible when he’d been leaving the condo where Jordan was staying.
    Likely a gun.
    He could be a cop or law enforcement, especially with the easy way he’d broken into her place without a key. Seeing the guy in action and the way he handled himself would reveal more about who he was. And what his weakness was. Everyone had one.
    At that