Without warning he listlessly straightened and walked toward her, his muscular frame towering above her own five foot three inches. Recovering quickly, she grasped at the back of her hospital gown. "Who are you?" She demanded her anger returning "I am Andrew Nichols" he said as he held out his hand for Jordan to take. She looked at his offered hand but her hands remained behind her back holding the thin gown together. Smiling faintly he dropped his hand and continued "This is my home. You are welcome to roam about freely… "Jordan cut him off before he could say get another word out "I don't want to roam about freely!" she snapped "I want my clothes and my bag and get out of here. What gives you the right to bring me here in the first place? Not to mention making some crude comment about my body and then looking at me as if I were a piece of meat! Do you see "USDA" stamped anywhere on my body?" Jordan was getting angrier by the minute but somehow that was not all that was on her mind as she glared into the handsome face of Andrew Nichols. "I certainly haven't seen USDA; he enunciated "USDA" just as she had done; anywhere but, if you want to take that gown off I'll be more than happy to give the rest of you a thorough search." Andrew replied a devilish grin wrinkling his features. "I suppose you think that is very amusing Mr. Nichols but if you don't mind I would like you to take your seductive perversions somewhere else." Jordan stated trying to get her temper under check. Since this man had walked through the door, he had insulted her twice and still had not told her why she was there instead of the hospital or her hotel; she could feel her pulse racing as anger ripped through her veins.
Reading her thoughts he answered her unspoken questions in a matter - of - fact tone. "I found you on the beach; you had passed out; so I went to the hospital with you to see that you were taken care of and once they found out that you were a diabetic you were fine. "Exactly how did they learn that I was a diabetic?" "I went through your bag on the beach looking for something to tell me who you were and in doing so I found the bottle of pills. When I got to the hospital you had been rushed in but they could not seem to get you stabilized then I remembered the bottle of pills and handed them to the doctor. Later, I convinced the doctor that you would be more comfortable here than in that lonely hospital, so I signed all of the necessary paperwork and, with the help of Nurse Bennett, brought you here."