Chapter Fourteen

One Room, Two Beds...

Sorry it's been a while… just been too busy.

By the way, if you haven't read Bourbon's A Matter of Time, do yourself a great favor, and read it now. It's a wonderful, sweet, romantic story.

Drew looked at Jordan's protruding belly with dismay and interest. "When I asked you how you were doing the other morning on the phone, you left out a few minor details, Cavanaugh."

Jordan sighed and accepted the bottle of orange juice from the FBI agent, instead of the standard cup of coffee. She and Woody had arrived in DC about an hour earlier. Woody was now parking the car. Jordan had decided to go on up to Drew's office and fill him in on her "condition."

"It's a long story."

"Just tell me…did it begin in that vault-room you two spent the night in?"

"No…well, sort of. And how do you know this is Woody's?" she asked, lightly rubbing her hand over her stomach…a gesture she now was doing more often since she was clearly showing and the baby was moving.

"Who else's would it be?" Drew flashed her a grin, then caught sight of Woody striding up the hall. "Dinner. Let's do dinner and you can fill me in."

Jordan nodded and Woody's frame filled the doorway. "Agent Haley. Nice to be working with you again."

"Same here, Hoyt," Drew replied, eyeing the detective up and down. "Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, let's get to work."

And they did….they worked until nearly five, going over evidence, linking clues, making a timeline. Finally Drew said, "Enough. Let's all break for the day and meet again tomorrow."

"Fair enough," Woody said. "I've still got to check Jordan and myself into the hotel. We came straight from the airport to your office."

"Go check in then and get some rest," Drew responded as they got up to leave. "Jordan, I'll pick you up about seven."

"I'll be ready," she replied over her shoulder and she and Woody headed out.

Woody walked beside her in silence for a moment…she was going to dinner with Haley. He had assumed she would have dinner with him. He sighed inwardly. Guess that's what he got for assuming. And he couldn't get mad at her. He had no claim on her…he had said nothing and neither had she. Other than the fact that Jordan was carrying their child, nothing had really changed about their relationship.

Except the fact he couldn't forget how it felt to hold her…and feel her beneath him…and how soft her kisses were—even tinged with passion. Surely Drew wasn't going to try…not with her pregnant….Alarm spread through his body. How would he even know if she made it back to her hotel room safely? Or if Drew decided to spend the night with her? Alarm began to be backed up by jealousy.

"So you're having dinner with Drew?" he finally asked in a heavy voice as they drove the short distance to their hotel.

"Uh-huh. We have some catching up to do."

"Can't you do it while looking over evidence?"

She shook her head. "You forget. Drew and I go back a long way. We're good friends." She emphasized the last word.

"Yeah, that's what you said about us for years. And now look at us."

Jordan gave him a sharp look out of the corner of her eye. If she didn't know better, she'd think Woody didn't like her seeing Drew tonight. "You and I know that while we both played that 'friend' card in our relationship, it never really was friendship."

"Then what was it?"

She shrugged and looked away. "I don't know. Lust…passion…attraction…curiosity… but, it was never just friendship." She was reluctant to use the L-word with Woody again. The last time she did, he shot her down.

"Yeah. Sure. Fine. Whatever." He got their bags out of the trunk and they went to the counter to check in. Jordan excused herself to go to the lady's room while he took care of the paperwork.

"Two rooms …one under the name of Hoyt, the other under the name of Cavanaugh," Woody told the young woman at the computer.

The woman scanned her screen. "I'm sorry…I have one room for Hoyt with two beds."

"There must be some mistake. The FBI was supposed to book us two rooms."

"No…there's no mistake. I told Agent Haley that due to a large wedding party coming in, we could only give the FBI one room with two double beds and he said that would be fine."

"Is there a problem?" Jordan asked, coming up behind Woody and catching the tone of the conversation.

"Haley only booked us one room with two double beds."

Jordan reached over the counter and took the key cards from the woman. "Thanks," she said. "And you'll have to over look him." she continued. "He gets a little grouchy when he's tired." She headed for the elevators.

"You mean to tell me you're fine with one bedroom for the two of us?" Woody asked incredulously, following along behind her. "You…Miss Wait-until-we've-known-each-other-five-years-before-I-get-a-second-kiss Cavanaugh?"

Jordan sighed as they got on the elevator and she punched the button for the tenth floor. "Hell, Woody…we're having a baby together. What's one or two nights in a hotel room going to do to us? Get us pregnant again? I mean….we're past the point of that. We've seen each other's appendectomy scars, if you know what I mean."

Woody grimaced. She was right. But at least he would know when she got back from dinner with Haley…and that she would come in alone.

"Okay, so let me get this straight," Drew said. "The day after you two were accidentally locked in that vault-storage room, he shows up at your apartment to make sure you're okay?"

Jordan had tried giving Haley the Readers' Digest condensed version of what had happened. It wasn't working. "Yeah…I had sort of a melt-down in the room."

"Panicked because you were alone with Woody?"

She shook her head. "No….ever since Digger….small spaces and I don't get along so well," she said in a soft voice, repressing the shiver that always went along with any of her memories of that case.

"Oh, Jordan. I'm sorry. I haven't forgotten…but just didn't think…So that's why he came went to your apartment…to make sure you had recovered?"

"Yeah. And I really hadn't…and then one thing led to another and…"

"You're pregnant."

"Sure looks that way," she replied with wry smile.

"So…how are you?"

"Physically, fine."

"What about emotionally?"

"Good, too. I've always wanted a family…so this may be my only chance."

"I don't think so," Drew said. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are now…especially since you've let go of your past…and matured? Any single man out there would snap you up in a heartbeat if they thought they had a chance against Hoyt."

Jordan stared at the agent in amazement. "Drew…"

"I mean it. If Hoyt doesn't come through and be a man about this, he is truly an ass."

"I know he's going to be a father to our child…I'm not worried."

"But what about you?"

Jordan looked down at her plate. "I really don't think I fit into his picture except as the mother of his child."

Drew let out an angry huff. "If that's true, then he needs to stop begin so damned possessive of you. That way you can find someone to be happy with."

Still looking down at her plate, Jordan cleared her throat. "That's not important right now. This is." She rubbed her belly.

"I agree. The baby is the most important thing both of you should concentrate on right now. That and how you're going to convince Woody that you love him."

Jordan looked up from her plate, shock registering across her face. Sometimes she forgot just how good her friend was at his job as a profiler. "How do you know?"

"It's obvious. Remember, I had you pegged the first day I met Hoyt…when I told you your boyfriend wasn't too happy to see me."

"And I said he wasn't my boyfriend."

"And your eyes told a completely different story." Drew pushed back his dinner plate and leaned forward. "So what are you going to do?"

Jordan swallowed hard. "I don't know."

Drew smiled. "Remember that night I came over to your apartment…brought the Chinese and the wine?"

Jordan nodded.

"I got you just a little drunk on purpose to get the truth out of you. You not only told me you loved Woody, you also told me about his getting shot. It wasn't hard to put two and two together and realize why that was the reason the man was so angry. But the next morning, when I accidentally let it 'slip'," Drew grinned at her then, "that I put you to bed the preceding night, his face showed fifty degrees of jealousy. I began to plan then how I could get you two together again."

Jordan drew a sharp breath. "I don't want to make Woody jealous." She involuntarily winced when remembering the depth of Woody's anger the last time the green-eyed monster reared its ugly head in their relationship.

"I agree. But I'd like to see you two together again…not just for the baby, but for yours and his happiness. I have a few ideas…if you don't mind me trying some profiler tricks on Woody….I'd just like to see you as happy as Nancy and I are," he finished with a smile.

"Nancy?"

Drew sat back in his chair, still smiling. "My fiancé."

"Drew….you're engaged? When?"

"About three months ago."

"I'm so happy for you."

His smile turned into almost a sheepish, boy-like grin. "I'm happy for me, too. I never thought I could feel this way again … not after my first wife and everything that happened there. But I do. She's a wonderful woman and I'm one lucky son-of-a-gun that she loves me, too."

Jordan smiled through her tears at her friend and fervently hoped that whatever Drew had up his sleeve would at least help convince Woody that she still felt the same…that she had never stopped loving him.

Then the idle thought ran through her head and out her mouth before she stop herself. "Drew…the one hotel room for Woody and me … was that one of your ideas?"