“What gave you the idea for blue?”
“Just because.” She shrugs nonchalantly, dropping her hair to sip on water.
Jordan is bold. Extremely confident and blunt, but fun-loving or easy-going wouldn’t be in my top five characteristics for her.
Dying your hair blue on a whim? That’s random, fun, and easy-going.
She wouldn’tjustdo this on a whim.
Elliot shows back up before I try to get her to elaborate. “Chai for you.” A steaming mug is dropped in front of me. “Decaf for me. And an iced banana bread latte with macadamia nut milk for you.” Plopping into the chair beside me, Elliot excitedly asks, “Did you see Jordan’s hair? Dontcha love it? Makes me want to dye mine pink!”
I reach for her coffee and smell it, checking that it is decaf.
She pokes my side, snatching the bowl-like mug away from me.
“Would suggest a hair salon if you do.”
“Want to, but I’d never. My mom calls me a unicorn because I’ve never dyed my hair.”
“You’re a natural blonde?” Jordan is shocked.
“Born and raised. I wrote an essay on it for speech class in high school,” Elliot announces proudly.
“Makes so much sense.”
I toss a napkin at Jordan. “Don’t be mean.”
“She’s not.” Elliot waves off her comment. “Did Cooper answer any of your calls this morning?”
Yup, that’s right. Calls. Capital freaking S.
Texts too.
I’m pissed at him, but I’m more confused than anything. After he bailed at the end of the cycle class, I stopped by hishouse, but his car wasn’t there. The guys didn’t know where he was either; his location turned off.
I shake my head no behind the mug, pressing into my mouth.
“He drove home this morning. Asked if I wanted to tag along, but I was still asleep,” Jordan admits. “Did something happen between you two?”
I catch Jordan up—Elliot filling in the non-existent blanks—she’s a better, more extravagant storyteller. When I finish, the confusion she’s wearing makes me realize that Cooper didn’t tell her about being my dating coach. Or about anything.
The dynamic between the three of us is different, more interconnected, than our other siblings because Jordan and I played hockey together. After Cooper and I’s friendship exploded, it put Jordan in more of a precarious position.
We don’t talk about her brother, that’s the agreement. Made it easier to be teammates and friends. However, I truly assumed he’d tell her.
“Don’t forget to tell her about the study room?—”
“Elliot!” I smack her shoulder. “I told you that in confidence. Did you tell the rest of the guys, too?”
“Chase and Jaxon guessed!”
Ugh. I let out a groan, a blush rising to my cheeks.
“Was it good? I’ve been meaning to ask.”
I let out another groan and tip my chin in Jordan’s direction.
“Sister in the room.” I put my hands over Jordan’s ears momentarily. “Yes. I can’t stop thinking about it, or wanting it to happen again.”
