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CHAPTER5
ALEX
“So,” Alex began, attempting to guess the direction of their route without pissing his pants. “Are we heading north or south?”
His fingers tightened around the seatbelt, testing its strength and checking its capacity to withstand the chaos of Jordan’s driving. Forget the fact that he was blindfolded, seated in what felt like a ballistic missile whizzing away from the city at a white-knuckle speed.
Jordan drove as she lived: inherently erratic and unfathomably unpredictable—a firecracker lit at both ends.
“Hmm,” Jordan hummed, forcing a sharp swerve to the right. “Depends. What’s going on with Madison’s pregnancy?”
Alex rolled his eyes beneath the blindfold, smirking. “Is there any chance I’ll survive this car ride without sharing?”
“Your chances of finding a sweat-free stripper pole are a thousand times greater.” Jordan’s voice was unusually serious. It was an unlikely weakness they both had.Madison. Jordan cared about Madison—in such an unexpected way, it endeared him.
Alex released a weary sigh. “Nothing catastrophic has happened.”
“But?” Jordan questioned, a probing note in her voice.
“But, it’s been a roller coaster ride. Twins bring their own bundle of complexities, and it’s been tough on her. She’s been dizzy…fainting.” His voice had too much worry to conceal.
“Fainting?” Jordan asked, her tone irritated…nearly angry.
Resignation heavy in his voice, Alex swallowed hard. “Madison’s mom had Jack without an issue, but she miscarried several times before they finally had Madison.”
“Is she okay?” Jordan clipped out, her patience thinning.
“Joy had the same symptoms. Sudden drop in blood pressure. Dizzy…” Alex had to stop, the truth bitter on his tongue. “It can escalate quickly.”
A long silence stretched between them. “How are you holding up?” Her voice hushed quietly.
How was I?
The possibilities were petrifying…and profoundly personal. Losing one or both of the babies.Or Madison. No matter how far he ran or how high he climbed, he always landed right back here—at the precipice of mortality—his, hers, and now, theirs. An all-too-familiar adversary waiting at the end of every decision.
Usually, Alex thrived on the razor’s edge, fueling his existence with fierce exhilaration. Now, the demons threatened to swallow him whole.
How the fuck does she think I am? Living on the edge of losing my shit.
With a shake of his head, Alex steeled in his resolve and sharpened in his tone. And ignored her question completely. “We’re handling it. Regular check-ups. Zero stress.”
“And you’re having the baby shower now,” she uttered, clarity threading her words. “Because you want—”
Frustrated, Alex snapped, “Privacy. And my wife to rest. Can we change the subject? How is it that you know where Paco is—your boss—but have no idea what he’s up to? How is that even possible? You’re supposed to be his fucking right hand.”
“First of all,” Jordan countered, cheeky as always, “I’m pretty sure he fucks himself with his other hand, considering he’s a southpaw.”
Smart ass.
“And secondly, he and Cole are waist-deep in some clandestine project, even from my prying eyes. Which means it’s either about me…or about you.”
“Me?” Alex sputtered, disbelief tinging his tone. Even with Paco’s fresh ascent to power, if there were any brewing storms, Alex would be the first to know. Her theory was preposterous.
Or, was it?
He couldn’t ignore the fact that Jordan was here, ass in the driver’s seat, and joyrides were never her thing. From the shade of her meticulously chosen lipstick to the planned out moments of her methodically laid out day, Jordan’s every step was a testament to precision.
Alex fidgeted with the blindfold.Could she tie it any tighter?“What makes you think it’s about me?”
