Port Charles, New York

Jordan watched Zeke Robinson as he settled down on her couch. She folded her arms across her chest and looked at him suspiciously. Something was up with this man, she just didn't know what. He was so mysterious and...well...extremely good-looking and charismatic. Something was drawing her to him, she just couldn't say what.

"So, do you care to tell me why Sonny Corinthos had grabbed you out of the Savoy like that?" Jordan questioned, determined to get her questions answered.

"He just wanted to let me know that a job I was on was not the kind of job I should take. He was right," Zeke shrugged, knowing that he couldn't go into detail. The police commissioner of Port Charles wouldn't like the fact that she was housing a mob hitman from California and would like it even less that his sister had wanted him to take out one of the city's citizens.

"And what job is that?"

"It doesn't matter. It's over. I'm out. Now all I want to do is head home. First thing tomorrow."

"Right. So, what a waste of a trip to New York, huh?"

Zeke shrugged. "You win some and you lose some. Enough about me. You were married to my brother-in-law, huh? How did he manage to lose someone as fine as you?"

Jordan blushed and took a seat in the living room chair. "Let's just say, there are some aspects of my job that he couldn't handle. So he left."

"He seems to do that a lot. My sister...you...who knows who else," Zeke made a face. He didn't care much for Curtis Ashford. Sure, his sister had made a mistake by lying to him like that, but still, it wasn't like he was Mr. Perfect. To see that he had basically done the same thing to this beautiful woman, it showed that Curtis not only had a type, but a record.

"You seem not to care about Curtis much."

Zeke shrugged. "I think Portia could do better. Sure, she made a big mistake, the biggest really, but the way he is acting...it's like she's killed someone. Tell me, really. Why did he leave you? Is it because you had as big a secret as Portia?"

Jordan sighed and sat down in a chair across from him. "No. I had a secret similar to Portia's, but it wasn't from him. My secret had to do with my job. He couldn't take that I couldn't share all things about my job with him. Which is strange, because he used to be a police officer. He should know that."

"Oh, my god. See, that's why I can't stand his butt. He's one of those guys that want to be judge and jury but when it comes to him, secrets are all good. To be honest, both you and Portia are better off without a man like that."

Jordan just laughed and shrugged. "You're probably right. I keep thinking that I should keep a friendship for my son TJ's sake...because he's a great Uncle to TJ...but when things go wrong in his life, he wants to blame me for it when all I've been doing is bending over backward to help him and his new family."

"Maybe it's time to just let go and move on with someone better for you."

Jordan chuckled and got to her feet, sensing the attraction between them intensify. "Like you?"

"Why not?"

"You're his brother-in-law! Don't you think that's messy?"

"Mess can be rather sexy when you think of it."

Jordan blushed and shrugged. "Maybe. Well...I could use some...mess in my life. Every now and then."

"See! That's what I'm saying! Besides, I'm heading back to California tomorrow. What can one night of mess hurt?" Zeke got to his feet, not thinking about what he was doing. He just knew that this beautiful police commissioner was under his skin. She was the most beautiful police officer he's ever met and again, Curtis was a fool for letting her go.

"It can hurt a lot," Jordan found herself taking tiny steps towards Zeke, her heart was beating a million miles a minute and the nerves in her body felt like they had been set on fire somehow.

"Not always. Sometimes...when you let it...it can feel really good," He was up close to her now, so close that she could feel his hot breath on her face.

"Zeke...this isn't a good idea...you're Portia's brother and Curtis's brother-in-law and…," Jordon's words were cut off as Zeke's lips claimed her own in a hot passionate kiss, making her forget about all reasons why this was not a good idea.

…..

Sonny's Island…

Dex sighed as he caught Joss once again looking out the balcony door leading down to the beach. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"They're still out there," Joss sighed, looking at him. "I'm worried about Trina. She's not used to all of this mob stuff."

"I know."

"Spencer isn't either. Despite being Sonny's nephew, he's pretty much been kept away from it. He never had to go on lockdown like I had and he's never experienced a shoot-out."

"So what happened at the safe house was his first?"

Joss simply nodded. "This is our fault. We should have had Sonny put us in separate safe houses or something. Trina and Spencer could be home right now if not for us!"

"Look, I know this sucks. I don't like it either. But the four of us are in this together. We have to get along. Let Trina spaz out some. She deserves the time to do that and Spencer obviously has her covered. Right now, I'm more concerned about you and how you're handling all of this. This is your first time going through this without your mom, right?"

Joss simply nodded. "It is. But I'm an adult now. I don't need my mom as much as I used to. I have to get used to doing things on my own."

"Just remember that you're not on your own. You have me. You have two of your friends. You have people in this with you," Dex kissed the back of her neck.

Joss simply smiled and turned around in his arms. "Thank you. I think I needed to be reminded of that every now and again."

"You're very welcomed," Dex smiled, dipping his head for another kiss, just to be interrupted by a knock on the glass. Spencer and Trina were back, carrying the now empty plates and Coke bottles.

The couple moved aside as they opened the door.

"Trina, are you okay?" Joss hugged her friend.

"I'm fine now. I'm sorry for freaking out like that. I just...I guess I had just gotten overwhelmed."

"Don't be sorry. I'm sorry and so is Spencer. We'll try to keep the fighting at a minimum," Joss apologized.

"Maybe...maybe it'd be best if Trina and I have our own separate place after all. I mean...cabin fever had set in back at the safe house and it will again. If Trina and I have our own place, that won't be a problem. It'll cut back on the sniping at each other," Spencer suggested.

"Well, how can we arrange that? I mean I thought we were getting separate quarters...but…," Joss stared at Spencer, agreeing with him, but at a loss of what to do.

"I don't know," Spencer shrugged.

"Look, let's just relax for a while. Stay in our separate quarters as much as possible. This house is pretty big. I bet it has wings, like Wyndemere!" Trina giggled.

"We should explore!" Joss grinned, grabbing Trina's hand and pulling her away from Spencer.

"Hey, wait!" Spencer frowned, reaching for his girlfriend, but Joss was already dragging her upstairs, eager to see what they'd find.

Dex just laughed. "Girls."

Indeed the house did have wings. Two of them. Dex and Joss took the west wing and Spencer and Trina took the east.

"This is much much better," Spencer looked around what was to be their living quarters of the small mansion. "Man, Uncle Sonny knows how to live in style."

"He sure does," Trina nodded her agreement. "Should we christen the place?"

Spencer placed his hands on his hips and laughed. "Trina, I'm supposed to be the horny one and you're supposed to be the no no no, one."

Trina impishly smiled and shrugged. "There are just some sides of me that you aren't aware of Mr. Cassadine. I look forward to showing you all sides of one Trina Robinson."

"Is one side a sex kitten?"

"Mmm...maybe…"

"I think I'm going to be exploring that side soon. Very, very soon," Spencer walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm looking forward to it," Trina smiled, pulling his lips down to her own in a passionate kiss that promised so much more if he'd only allowed it.

But he wasn't ready yet. Spencer had plans for Trina. Plans to show her the night of her life as soon as he could arrange for it.