An Heiress on His Doorstep. Teresa Southwick
seemed like hours. I don’t know how long it actually was. I was handcuffed to the passenger handle.”
“Then what?”
“He parked on a road in the middle of nowhere. And we waited.” That was true, too. “I told him I had to go to the bathroom.”
The sheriff nodded his understanding. “Then what happened?”
“He unlocked the cuff, and I got out of the car.”
“Can you remember what the perp looked like?”
“Early twenties. Brown hair.”
“How tall?”
She tried to remember. “Not so tall that I couldn’t give him a knee to the groin.” Both men winced at that, but it was small satisfaction. “Shorter than both of you.”
“Any tattoos? Distinguishing marks?”
She thought back and realized she really couldn’t remember. “Not that I can recall.”
The sheriff looked up from the notebook where he’d been jotting down her comments. “I did some checking, and there are no reports of a kidnapping and no one missing who fits your description.”
No surprise there. It wasn’t really a kidnapping, and she wasn’t missing. J.P. had probably been in touch with her father to let him know the plan was working perfectly.
“What does that mean, Rick? In non-sheriff terms,” Audrey added.
“It means I have very little to go on to learn her identity.” He put his hat back on. “So, I’ll take her back to town with me. Put her picture out there and see what we can come up with.”
Jordan decided going with the sheriff would be best. She’d tell him her side of what happened and maybe he would help her find transportation back home. Somehow she would come up with a way to get through to her father that this stunt was an incredible invasion of her privacy.
“Thank you, Sheriff,” she said. “I’d appreciate any help you can give me.”
“Rick to the rescue,” J.P. said.
The smile of satisfaction on his face really rubbed Jordan the wrong way. Along with the word rescue. Her hero seemed relieved to be getting rid of her. She just didn’t get it.
“I won’t hear of it,” Audrey said. “Jane, I think it would be best for you to stay here with us.”
“Mother, we don’t have the resources to help,” J.P. pointed out. “Rick has computers and contacts within the law-enforcement community.”
“And if he can’t find her identity, what then?” Audrey asked. “Where will she go? Where will she stay? Who will take care of her?”
“Mrs. P., there are agencies to help out—city, county and state. She’ll be well taken care of.”
“Bureaucracy? I don’t think so.” Audrey shook her head. “She remembered more details today about what happened to her than she did yesterday. Obviously being here overnight helped. Rest and relaxation is working. It proves my theory that if she feels safe and secure her memory will come back.”
“Mrs. Patterson,” Jordan said, “It’s very kind of you. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your concern. But it’s probably best if I go with the sheriff. I’ve imposed on you too much,” she said, then slid a glare in J.P.’s direction.
“Jane, dear,” Audrey said, taking her hand. “It’s no imposition. We enjoy having you here.”
“Mother, she’s a stranger. It’s Rick’s job to help strangers. Right, Sheriff?”
“J.P.’s right, ma’am,” the sheriff said.
Audrey glared at her son. “J.P., I’m surprised at you. You, too, Rick Michaels. No man is an island. We need to reach out to each other.”
“But she’s not a man, and we don’t know anything about her,” J.P. pointed out.
“I know all I need to. And you’re very well aware that I’m an excellent judge of character. I absolutely won’t hear of her leaving. And that’s final.”
“It’s not really up to you, Mom.” He looked at Jordan. “Are you going to drag this out?”
Drag it out? Her? Anger roared through Jordan and settled in her chest until she could hardly breathe. He’d started this. Him and her father. She’d been bullied and terrified. Ripped from her life and dumped in the middle of nowhere. And this bozo had the nerve to imply this was her fault? He acted like he wanted her gone. Then what would he do? Another kidnapping? Something worse? In cahoots with her father? The two of them had to be stopped.
Talking to her father about his previous stunts hadn’t worked. Words weren’t enough. She needed a statement—something big. Something the two of them would understand. But what? Her father obviously wanted her with J.P. Sooner or later he would make a move on her. This suspicious act was no doubt a psychological ploy to keep her off balance.
Well, she would turn the tables on him and her father. Take them both down in one fell swoop. For men like Harman Bishop and J. P. Patterson, failure to achieve a desired objective was not an option. If she let on that she knew what they were up to and went quietly, it was nothing more than a bump in the road. If she stayed and played them like a finely tuned fiddle, failure would be bigger and more humiliating. That would scuttle their plans and teach them not to mess with Jordan Bishop.
When J.P. came on to her, she would cut him off at the knees. She would teach him and her father not to meddle in her life.
“Jane, are you all right?” Audrey squeezed her hands. “What do you say?”
She’d planned to spend her vacation relaxing. Her spirit could relax better after a bit of retaliation. She felt safe. Her father knew J.P., probably through business. But no matter how angry she was with Harman Bishop, she didn’t for a moment believe he would harm her or choose a man who would hurt her physically.
Although she felt guilty taking advantage of Audrey’s generous nature, she needed time to plan. Jordan would find a way to make it up to her.
She met Audrey’s gaze. “You’re very kind. I gladly accept your hospitality.”
Chapter Four
Sitting at his desk in the library, J.P. looked up from the spreadsheet on his computer screen. Jane was in the room. He couldn’t even say a sound had alerted him to her presence. He wished she’d come in making as much noise as a high school marching band, but she hadn’t. Somehow he’d just sensed she was there. And that was damned annoying. She stood just inside the door, staring with a sort of awestruck expression at the floor-to-ceiling bookcases ringing the perimeter of the room.
“May I help you?”
She whirled at the sound of his voice and pressed a palm to her chest. “Good heavens, you startled me. I didn’t know anyone was in here.”
Like hell she didn’t. “I’m working.”
“Surely you have an office?”
“You’re in it,” he said.
“I mean outside the home.” One delicate, dark eye-brow arched. “Or are you hanging around the house to keep an eye on me?”
So she’d noticed. Unfortunately, he’d noticed she wasn’t hard on the eyes. And the ridiculous outfit she wore did nothing to lessen the impact. His mother’s sweats were too long and baggy for Jane and the snug T-shirt molded to her upper body. Both items only emphasized how small she was.
“I have an office. But I’m working from home today in order to spend some time with my mother. Where is she, by the way?”
“You mean did I whack her and dispose of the body in the rose garden?”
Sass,