Cross My Heart and Hope to Die

The woman, known to Jordan in his mind as the women in red, slid easily into the door located in a back alleyway. She had to stop and catch her ragged breathing. She practically ran from Sal's as fast as she could. The goon who had let her in, with the right password, eyed her suspiciously as she gathered herself.
"Where's your ladies room?" She asked tentatively with out removing her scarf and coat
The burly looking guy jerked his head to the right as a dimly lit hallway. She walked with forced calm and elegance toward the door marked ladies. As she stepped into the surprisingly elegant bathroom with a marble vanity she all but collapsed in to the provided cushioned chair. She finally took off the red scarf she had used for a head drape. It was soaked from the sleet outside. Her honey colored hair was shoulder length and expertly styled. The large diamond earrings sparkled back at her in the vanity light. She met her weary reflection in the mirror.
"Jordan." The sound came out of her mouth with unusual and stirring passion behind it.
Why had he been there? In that little dive? What was he doing out in this weather at this hour? The confused thoughts raced through her troubled mind.
She knew he had recognized her but was he sure who it was? She had known the absolute drunkenness that was expressed on his face and the memory of it made her chuckle. That "pretty boy" face Donnie had always called it. Had Donnie seen her? The thought sent ice through her stomach. She had glimpsed him at one of Phillip's other establishments before and had always taken great pains to conceal her whereabouts. Had she just ruined it all by chance? Would he dare mention it to Jordan?
Not likely she consoled herself. He wouldn't shame his best friend with that shocking information and after what happened two weeks ago she doubted that it would even be an issue.
Jordan, she thought again. Those eyes had looked so troubled under the haze of alcohol. What was burdening you so badly? She felt her eyes well and fought back the flood that always threatened beyond her control.
Her hand groped in to her small glittery evening bag and pulled out a wallet size photo of her and a laughing boy of about two.
Alexander, she thought as she stroked the image. The picture was tattered at the edges from over handling.
Those eyes looking back at her were accusatory. She had looked into those same brown eyes full of passion on the night that he was conceived.
Her secret miracle she thought again as a sharp wave of guilt passed threw her.
The sound of shouting made her jump. She hastily pushed the worn picture back into her bag and swapped it for her compact.
The door flew open.
"You're late!" Phillip raged at her and struck her across the face. Pain shot to her head and her right eye watered fiercely. She covered the now burning cheek with a shaking hand.
"I'm sorry! I couldn't find the place. I got lost and the weather." The excuses tumbled out of her now throbbing mouth.
"No excuses! We have been waiting on you." Phillip spat out viciously.
"Cover that up and come on," he said regaining his calm demeanor.
With quickly recovered grace, she opened the compact she still clutched in her now pulsing fist and tried to conceal the latest damage. She was used to that task by now.
Her gaze in the mirror turned steely as she vowed to repay the undue punishment.
"NOW!" He snapped.
"Coming dear." She said with a falsely loving tone. She got up removed her coat and strode elegantly and fully composed to her husbands offered arm.