Page 71 of Not the Bodyguard's Princess
—Hugs. Sleep well.
Jordan put her phone away and laughed because she hadn’t taken advantage of a later curfew. That night, she slept the best she had since leaving LA nearly four weeks ago.
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Claire Lee sether cards down and answered her phone. Andrew stood to leave and give her some privacy, but the octogenarian actress waved him back as she thanked whoever had called. “It’s the right plane. They’re contacting the families before the press conference in four hours.”
“What would you like me to do?”
“Get Jordan off the set now.”
Andrew dialed Deidre’s number and relayed the request. Claire went into the other room and started making a few calls of her own.
Andrew’s phone played the song he’d programmed in last night as Jordan’s ring.
“They found them?”
“That’s what your grandmother said.”
“I can’t believe it.”
“Are you coming back here?”
Jordan’s laugh was too high-pitched to be real. “Deidre walked on set midscene. Paul is still yelling. Oh, I need to get this dress back to wardrobe.”
Paul would follow them here. “One moment, Jordan.” Andrew entered the living room, where Claire was finishing a call. “They have Jordan. Hastings has a safe house Hearthfire doesn’t know about. Would you two like to go to that location?”
“Oh, that would give us a little privacy. Yes, please.”
“Jordan, tell Deidre to take you to September’s rental. We’ll meet you there.”
“Will you grab a change of clothing for me?”
“Anything in particular?”
“A sweater and jeans.”
“Okay, see you in a few.”
As Andrew opened Jordan’s closet, he called Alan and asked him to put the rental on active-use status. He met Claire in the living room. “Does your driver want to follow me, or would you rather come in my car?”
Claire’s bodyguard answered. “Blake and I will ride with you and Mrs. Lee. The others will stay here. Having a presence here will throw off the media.”
“I’ll get my car.” Andrew ran across the lot, glad he’d taken the time to scrape the ice from his windows that morning. Other cars still glistened white where the frost touched them.
Andrew pulled into September’s garage a half minute before Deidre. Caught between being a bodyguard and a boyfriend, he waited while Jordan and Claire hugged and walked into the house, which Deidre had cleared.
Jordan entered the kitchen, and Andrew pulled her into a hug. “What do you need?”
“Grandma and I just need the office for a while. We have calls to make. Our agent already has a statement drafted in case the plane was ever found. It will need to be updated. Did you get an appointment with Hannah?”
“Her mother said she has early release on Friday. We have an appointment tomorrow at 3:00 p.m.”
“Good. I’d better go in with Grandma.” Jordan gave Andrew a kiss on the cheek before leaving.
Deidre met him in the living room. “Stu called demanding to know where Jordan is. The paparazzi are at the studio. I told him she was safe with Claire.”
“So much for the story waiting.” Andrew sat on the couch and pulled out his laptop. “They will probably want to make a statement. Where can we hold a press conference?”
