Feeling a bit homesick and depressed Jordan made up her mind that tomorrow she would go out and do a little shopping in the village just down the beach. A smile touched her beautiful lips at that thought and she lay on the bed staring up at the ceiling a few minutes. Deciding a long hot bath would ease her tension and bring her back to life she crawled from the bed to freshen up for some dinner. The bathroom was huge and Jordan leaned down to turn on the tap then grabbed her favorite bottle of bubble bath from her travel bag she poured a bit more than was necessary in the waiting Jacuzzi. Steam and bubbles began to fill the tub warm and inviting. Hurriedly she undressed and climbed in leaning her head back. She let the overflowing bubbles caress away her cares and take her to a far off place of peace and, to Jordan's shocked dismay... Andrew Nichols. There was something about that man that Jordan could not explain. One touch and she was breathing funny and her insides seemed to turn to putty without warrant. After Darien she had gone out a few times but it always ended in disaster. Most of the men her age were ready to settle down and she was not even close to that mark. She gave up and decided to be casual acquaintances with them instead. "It must have been the fear of waking up in his house without so much as a clue as to how I had gotten there." She deducted quietly to herself. After a half-hour of her thoughts carelessly flowing back to the past and the immediate present of Andy's smoky hazel eyes, and sinister smile, Jordan decided it was time to wash the memory of Andy down the drain along with the bubbles of her bath. She was right the bath had relaxed her and helped to calm her frazzled nerves. Instead of going out for the evening she picked up the phone and ordered room service. Jordan pulled on a pair of flower laden, lavender knit pants and a shirt to match for an evening of lounging in front of the television. She headed for the front room to watch television and wait for room service to arrive with her dinner.
She glanced at the clock to find out it was only 6:30. She sat down and flipped around and finally found a Three Stooges marathon on one of the local stations. The Three Stooges were her favorite and she soon found herself totally wrapped up in the three comedians trying to fix the phone lines in someone's house. The unsuspecting customer was ending up with a house full of repairs. They always seemed to make her smile no matter how she was feeling. Lost in the memories of her childhood, it took Jordan a few minutes to hear the tapping on the door. Funny, she thought; it's only 6:33 so I wonder who that is? I just ordered so I know they could not have gotten here that quickly even if the food was already prepared. She cautiously walked over and stopped a few feet from the door. She heard the insistent knocking again this time it was stronger and louder. Careful not to stand directly behind the door or to the side that opened she hesitated and then asked, "Who is it?" "It's Andrew Nichols. May I come in and talk to you for a moment?" Sighing inwardly and outwardly Jordan called back to him "Just a minute." Gathering up her courage Jordan started unlocking the door to let him in "Just what I wanted another encounter with this guy" Jordan stated quietly to herself. The last person she wanted to see tonight was Andrew Nichols, especially after her afternoon with him. She opened the door just a crack, to find him standing just inches from her. He looked irresistible clad in faded blue jeans and a white polo shirt that clung to the muscles in his strong arms and chest.