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Honor trotted back over to them and glanced one last time at the chaise as if to see if they had made room for her. The poor pup plopped down on the ground next to them. With a warm breeze blowing past, Jordan couldn’t help but enjoy how their evening was progressing.
The sound of a phone chirping bit through the air. Jordan stiffened at first. It wasn’t the particular ring tone that she had programmed for when SWAT was being called out on a mission.
It was her sister, Omara.
Jordan snatched up her phone and stood. She padded over to the edge of the patio.
“Hey, sis,” she answered. The heat of Rhys’s stare was on her. She could feel it without looking over her shoulder. He didn’t like the fact that she hadn’t wanted anyone to know about them. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of their relationship or anything.
She just needed more time.
And it killed her that she hadn’t introduced him to Omara and Jason. She would love to bring them all officially together. Rhys and Honor had been there the night Jason’s father had kidnapped him. It had been Honor who’d chased down her nephew’s father when he’d tried to run and it had been Rhys who’d handcuffed him.
When Rhys had showed up that night, he’d remained professional, even called herOfficer Knight. Their relationship had been extremely new at that time. But he and Honor had come through for her. Her nephew was unharmed, and his crazy father was captured. That incident had been one of the worse of her life. It wasn’t often that Jordan felt fear when out on a mission, but when it had involved her nephew, her flesh and blood, it had been a different ball game. She had dreaded the notion of returning to her sister’s house empty-handed, but luck was on their side and they got their happy ending.
“Where are you? I haven’t seen or heard from you in days.” Omara’s voice came onto the line.
Jordan leaned against the railing and took in the acres of land surrounding them.
“I’ve been around.” Jordan snorted.
“Well, I know for one you are not at work. Zain told me that after workouts you shot out of there like a bat out of hell.”
Jordan scowled. She was going to have to have a little chat with her future brother-in-law. Didn’t he know what happened to snitches? She didn’t need him sharing her every move with her younger sister.
“Is that what Zain told you?” she replied softly, already plotting her revenge on her teammate.
“Now don’t go taking that tone of voice with me. Zain didn’t do anything. If you would just include me in on what’s going on with you, I wouldn’t have to ask around.” Pain came through her sister’s voice.
Jordan sighed, regret filling her. She had never been one to keep so many secrets from her sister. If Omara knew the true sordid secrets she was hiding, her not sharing Rhys would be immediately forgiven.
“Have I done something to you, because if I have, I’m sorry.”
Pain lanced Jordan’s heart. She squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed the center of her forehead. This wasn’t what she wanted. She just needed to make sure what was going on between her and Rhys was real. She didn’t want to have another failed relationship under her belt.
“I’ve worked back-to-back shifts, and Zain was right. When workouts were done, I left right away. I’m off today and wanted to spend the day with, um…him,” she said softly. She was met with silence. She pulled her phone away from her ear and glanced down at it. The call was still live. She replaced it back to her ear. “You still there?”
“Yeah. I am. I just don’t know what to think. You’ve been acting strange, and I just want to be there for you if something is going on?—”
“Everything is great, sis. I promise. It’s perfect,” she whispered the last part. She reached up and pushed a fewwayward strands of hair from her face. She fought the urge to look over her shoulder at Rhys and Honor. She was surprised the dog hadn’t followed her, but knowing Rhys, he’d held her back with a silent command.
“Well, if you say everything is perfect then I have to take your word on it.” Omara sniffed.
“I promise, soon you will get to meet him. He’s dying to meet you and Jason,” Jordan said.
Maybe it was time for them all to meet and she let the cat out of the bag. She couldn’t hide away in this bubble forever. Jason would love the fact that Rhys was into football. Her nephew was a fanatic of the sport and had one hell of an arm. Zain’s brother, who coached at one of the local high schools, had been letting Jason come to their practices. He’d become an unofficial member of the team. Jordan loved her nephew as if he were her own. A smile crested her lips at the thought of Rhys tossing the ball with Jason.
Or maybe a little replica of himself with Jordan’s smile.
Unable to resist, she glanced over her shoulder and found Rhys’s attention glued to the television with Honor sitting in Jordan’s vacated seat.
No wonder she hadn’t followed Jordan. She was currently snuggled up in Rhys’s lap getting her ears rubbed.
Honor’s eyes flicked to Jordan.
Traitor, Jordan mouthed the words to the dog. Her eyes widened at the smirk that appeared on the dog’s face.
“I noticed you didn’t mention Zain. So he must know my man,” Omara quipped.
