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Jordin nodded in agreement as she checked her watch. “I have to go. I need to head over to the courthouse to meet with my client. I’ll give you a call later, Mom.” She began placing documents into her tote.
“I think I’ll go with you,” Jadin said. “I haven’t seen you in action in a while. Besides, I want to see how this case goes.”
“I believe in our justice system, so I’m sure my client will win. We have a lot of strong evidence to support his claims.”
“I’ll go get my purse.”
Jordin grabbed her tote, and then said, “Meet me at the car. I am going to walk down with Mom.”
Jadin rose to her feet. “I’ll be right behind you.”
Eleanor looped her arm through Jordin’s. “I hope you are not spending all of your free time alone.”
“I’m not, Mom. I’m not dating anyone, but I still manage to get out with friends and have a good time.”
“I know that you want to have a husband and family at some point—it won’t happen unless you meet someone.”
Jordin smiled. “I don’t just want to meet any man, Mom. I want the right one.” As far as she was concerned, there was only one man perfect for her. The problem was that she hadn’t heard from him in years.
* * *
Ethan Holbrooke’s head was throbbing when he woke, and he felt nauseated. After the feeling passed, he shook the foggy feeling in his head and swallowed to rid the cottony taste from his mouth as he sat up in bed.
Charleston. The very place he’d vowed never to return to eleven years ago. So what had prompted him to open his newest gym in a city that evoked bad memories?
Jordin DuGrandpre.
Eleven years away from her and Jordin was as fresh in his mind as she had been when he was taken away from Charleston. They had been sixteen years old at the time. He recalled that she had tears in her eyes as they said their goodbyes. Ethan promised to keep in touch, but did not keep his word. It was too painful, and at the time, he doubted he would ever see Jordin again.
Ethan had intentionally avoided all contact with her because he did not relish seeing the pity in her eyes, or hearing it in her voice. After all, he was not a victim. He survived his mother’s abandonment, his father’s rejection and the rigorous training at the military academy. When he graduated college, Ethan sold weight loss products from the trunk of his car by posting handmade flyers all over Richmond, Virginia. In the first month, he made five thousand dollars and three years later, he was a millionaire. Now, Ethan owned a chain of fifteen gyms around the country.
He shook away his thoughts and hustled to take a shower. He had an appointment to meet with a news reporter to discuss his latest gym and its programs.
An hour later, Ethan stalked through the entrance with his jaw clenched. His scowl wasn’t aimed at anyone or anything particular. Ethan hated giving interviews, but considered it crucial to his business.
The woman was already there when he arrived.
Running her fingers through her blond curls, she awarded him a huge smile as he approached her. “Thank you for meeting me, Mr. Holbrooke. I’m Helen Jovanovich.”
“Just call me Ethan.”
“Okay, Ethan. I really appreciate you taking time out of your busy schedule to talk to me.”
He unlocked the double doors and escorted her inside.
“Wow,” she murmured. “This is unlike any other gym I’ve seen before.”
“This is something I hear all of the time,” Ethan responded. “This is what makes Holbrooke Boot Camp Gyms different from any other. Our programs are designed for people who are really serious about exercise. The training is rigorous.”
“In what way?” Helen asked as she scribbled words in a notebook.
“We have a total body circuit training that can burn eight hundred to twelve hundred calories a session using various pieces of equipment. This program is never the same routine.” Ethan paused a moment before continuing. “This is our Suspension Trainer. It’s a highly versatile piece of equipment that uses a person’s own body weight to build functional strength and improve flexibility, balance and core stability all at once.”
“So the programs here are definitely not for those who dabble in exercise.”
“They are for people who are serious about fitness,” Ethan emphasized. “Our martial arts and circuit training class is designed to train a person like a fighter. We have several professional athletes who train regularly with us in the off-season.”
Helen touched one of the one-hundred-pound heavy bags. “I can certainly see why. What do you call this?”
“These are our ground and pound bags. They are six feet tall and weigh a hundred pounds or more.”
“So all of your programs are designed to push you to your limits?”
“Yes,” Ethan stated. “Customers come to Boot Camp Gym because they want to learn advanced weight training techniques.”
“I see that you offer a kickboxing class.”
He nodded. “My kickboxing program is a high-intensity training technique using multiple tools on the heavy bag.”
Ethan released a sigh of relief when the interview came to an end. He left the reporter in the care of his new gym manager, but he wasn’t ready to return to his hotel suite. He had been away from Charleston for a long time. It was time to get reacquainted with the city.
An hour later, Ethan lost himself in the rhythmic sounds of the churning wheels of his bike as he rounded the first bend of a ten-mile ride. He enjoyed the feel of the cool air on his face as he rode, pushing himself hard to help take the edge off his mood, but so far it hadn’t helped.
* * *
Jordin hummed softly as she strolled into the lobby of the building where she worked. She was joined a few minutes later by an associate. “Good morning, Keith.”
“Morning,” the man uttered in response with his jaw clenched.
She knew that his scowl wasn’t aimed at anyone or anything in particular, but she did not try to initiate him in conversation. Jordin moved out of his way as he stabbed the elevator control panel. Keith was a brilliant lawyer and charismatic in the courtroom. Outside of this, he was not necessarily a people person.
The elevator doors slid open minutes later to reveal the reception desk and waiting area of the DuGrandpre Law Offices. Keith’s nod to the receptionist was curt but polite as he moved past her toward his office.
Jordin smiled. “Good morning, Charlotte.”
The woman smiled in return. “It’s always nice to see your sunny smile, especially after a cloud blows through.”
She knew Charlotte was referring to Keith and chuckled softly. “Be nice...”
Jordin stopped in front of her father’s secretary. “Is my dad in yet?” She asked as her fingers drummed distractedly on the desk.
“He should be here within the hour.”
“Okay, thanks.”
Humming softly, Jordin made her way to her office, shutting the door behind her.
Ethan was opening a gym in Charleston. It was a great opportunity to try to reconnect with him, she considered. Then she could find out why he hadn’t kept his promise to stay in contact.
She sighed softly.
Jordin missed her best friend and longed to see him again, but it was best not to get her hopes up. The pain in her heart was like an old wound that ached on a rainy day.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her telephone.
It was her father’s secretary.
“Your father has arrived and he would like to see you.”
“I’ll be right there, Charlotte.”
Jordin left her office and walked the short distance to the large corner suite. “Good morning, Dad.”
Etienne smiled warmly. “I heard you were fantastic in court yesterday.”
She sat down in one of the visitor chairs. “I believed that my client was the best choice to raise his son and the judge agreed in light of the evidence.” Jordin paused a moment before adding, “I felt bad for the mother though, but she still has a lot to do before she can handle parenting.”
“How is the boy?”
Jordin smiled. “He’s happy. His mother will have supervised visitation every other weekend once she completes rehab.”
Her father nodded in approval. “That child’s happiness and safety is what is most important.”
She agreed.
A slender woman strolled into Etienne’s office without knocking.
“Good morning, Aunt Rochelle,” Jordin greeted.
A flash of annoyance crossed her father’s face. She knew that he only tolerated Rochelle out of respect for his brother. His sister-in-law was a great attorney, but otherwise a selfish and inconsiderate person.
“Hello, dear,” Rochelle responded. “You were on my mind last night, Jordin. I’m really surprised that you haven’t gotten married already. You’re pretty enough and I know how much you love children—”
Jordin quickly rose to her feet, and cut her off by saying, “I don’t want to hold you up so I’ll leave so you can talk with Dad.”
“Hon, can you drop these off with Ryker?” Rochelle asked, holding a thick folder.
“Sure.” Jordin cast a look of sympathy at her father before exiting his office. Her aunt had a good heart but she was snobbish, opinionated and very protective of her children. When Ryker and Garland first got married, her interference almost ruined their relationship.
Jordin walked briskly down the hall to where Ryker’s office was located. “These are from your mother.”
“Hey, did you know that Ethan is back in town, cousin?” he inquired when Jordin set the folder containing legal documents on his desk.
She felt a warm glow flow through her body and responded, “No, I didn’t know he was here. Have you see him?”
He shook his head no. “Garland and I ran into Chandler Morris last night while having dinner. He told us that Ethan was moving back permanently.”
“That’s great news about Ethan,” she murmured. “I’d really like to see him.”
Ryker didn’t blink when he looked at Jordin and broke the news. “Then you’ll be thrilled to know that he’s moving his corporate offices here, as well. His office is in the building on the corner.”
Jordin’s heart sang with delight. “Now that I know where his office is located, maybe I’ll drop by with a gift to welcome him back to Charleston, and then I’ll fuss him out for not keeping his promise to me.”
Ryker gave her a knowing smile. “Why am I not surprised?”
She folded her arms across her chest. “I’m going to forgive him because he has always been my best friend. I can’t wait to see Ethan again.”
“I understand. I’d like to see him as well.”
“We can go there together,” Jordin suggested.
Ryker shook his head no. “I’m sure you’d like to have some time alone to get reacquainted with Ethan.”
Her smile broadened in approval.
“Oh, before I forget, the girls want to spend some time with you this weekend,” he announced. “What’s your schedule like?”
“I don’t have anything special planned. Why don’t I come get them Friday after work and keep them until Sunday? You and Garland can have some couple time.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
Jordin met her cousin’s gaze. “I want to do this. I love spending time with Kai and Amya.”
“Maybe you can explain to them that while they have the same birthday, they are not twins. They know that you and Jadin are twins as well as my dad and your dad.”
She laughed. “They are just trying to figure all this out.”
“Garland and I tried to explain that they are not twins because they have different mothers.”
“Ryker, they are only four years old. Amya never knew her biological mother—all she knows is that Garland is her mom. She is also the only mother Kai has known. When they are older, they will understand that they were switched at birth and how it worked out in the end.”
“Happily-ever-after,” Ryker murmured.
Jordin broke into a smile. “I love seeing you so happy.”
“I love Garland more and more each day. She is a wonderful wife and mother.”
“You complement each other.”
“I’ve always felt that way about you and Ethan,” Ryker told her. “Remember how you two used to finish each other’s sentences?”
Jordin chuckled. “Yeah, we did do that.”
“When you see him, don’t forget to give him my regards.”
“I won’t. Thanks for the heads-up on Ethan,” Jordin said as she headed toward the door.
Although she was happy to hear that her best friend had returned, troubling thoughts assailed her. Ethan’s back and he didn’t even try to contact me. Eleven years have gone by and no word from him. Why didn’t he keep his promise?
