She and her brother got their usual table, right in front of the grimy, bulletproof window covered with steel bars. Nothing but the best seat in the house when visiting Kyle Rhodes.

He laid into her the moment he sat down. “Who’s Tall, Dark, and Smoldering?”

Jordan’s mouth dropped open. “Shut up. You’ve been reading Scene and Heard?”

Kyle gestured to the bars. “What else am I supposed to do in this place?”

“Repent. Reflect on your wrongdoings. Rehabilitate your criminal mind.”

“You’re avoiding the question.”

Yes, she was. Because her brother was number two on the list of people she really, really didn’t want to lie to, right after her father. “It’s no big deal. He’s just a guy I brought to Xander’s party.” Who, yes, happened to be tall, dark, and smoldering. Allegedly. And who occasionally made her smile, when he wasn’t busy getting under her skin. Like an itch she couldn’t scratch. Or a tick.

“For five thousand dollars a head, I doubt he’s ‘just a guy,’ ” Kyle said.

Suddenly, their friend Puchalski, the inmate with the black snake tattoo, was at their table. “So who’s this tall, dark, and smoldering jerk?” he asked Jordan, seemingly affronted.

Jordan held out her hands. “Seriously, does everyone read Scene and Heard in this place?”

Puchalski gestured to Kyle. “I snagged it from Sawyer here while he was reading the financial section. I’ve got to keep up with current events.” He winked. “I won’t be in this place forever, you know.”

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“You will be if you don’t shut your yap and start following the rules, Puchalski,” a guard warned as he passed by.

The inmate scuttled off.

Kyle picked up where they’d left off. “So now the big secret’s out.”

Jordan glared at her brother, who apparently had decided to be more annoying than usual on this particular subject. “Yes, it’s true—I had a date. Ooh, shocking.” Then she thought of something. “Wait, does Dad know about the gossip column?”

“He didn’t mention it when he visited on Monday. I doubt he reads Scene and Heard.” Kyle eased back in his chair, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully. “This is an interesting situation, Jordo . . . What’s it worth to you to keep this information under wraps? Because I’m going to need some income when I get out of this place, and I hear that wine business of yours is really taking off.”

“Get real. You owe me.”

Kyle sat up, indignant at that. “For what?”

Jordan folded her arms on the table. “Sophomore year. You took Mom’s car out of the garage in the middle of the night—without a license—to drive over to Amanda Carroll’s. Dad thought he heard a noise when you tried to sneak back in, so I distracted him by saying that I’d seen a strange person in the backyard. While he was looking out my bedroom window, you crept by and mouthed, ‘I owe you.’ Well, now I want to collect.”

“That was seventeen years ago,” Kyle said. “I’m pretty sure there’s a statute of limitations on IOUs.”

“I don’t recall hearing any disclaimers, expirations, or caveats at the time.”

“I was a minor. The contract’s not valid.”

“If you want to weasel your way out of this, I suppose that’s true.” Jordan waited, knowing she had him. Despite the impression one might get from the orange jumpsuit, her brother was quite honorable. And he always kept his word.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “I finally get some dirt on you, Ms. Perfect, for the first time in thirty-three years, and it’s wasted.” He grinned. “Good thing that trip to Amanda Carroll’s was worth it, or I’d be pretty pissed about this.”

Jordan made a face. Way too much information. “I’m hardly perfect. I’m just a lot better at not getting caught than you.” She took in their surroundings. “Maybe I should’ve given you a few pointers.”

Kyle nodded approvingly. “Nice one.”

“I have months and months worth of this material,” Jordan said. “I figure I better get it in while . . . it’s still fresh in my head.”

Whoa. She needed to be careful—she’d almost slipped there.

“You were about to say something else.” Kyle eyed her suspiciously.

Truly, she was the worst secret-agent-accomplice-type person ever.

BUT ON THURSDAY, Jordan’s brief respite of normality came to an end.

At the store, they had a pickup party for their club members, and the place was packed with customers. Robert and Andrea, the two sales associates, had a steady stream of people at the register, while Martin and Jordan worked behind the bar and around the room, pouring and telling people about the additional wines they’d opened for the night. When they finally closed the shop at nine thirty, a half hour after the usual time, Jordan was exhausted but satisfied. Sales from the tasting had been good—not surprisingly, one of the best times to sell wine to people was after they’d already drunk a few glasses of it.

They were organizing the store—Martin cleaning up, Jordan organizing the sales receipts, and Andrea drying glasses as Robert washed—when Jordan heard her cell phone ringing. She walked into the back room to grab it.

“Why haven’t you been answering your phone?” Nick demanded when she answered. “I’ve been trying to reach you all night.”




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