The Cheesy Ending
Tyler shot up in the bed. “That’s it!”
It was the perfect way to get Jordan back. He tossed off the covers, raced across the hallway of his father’s apartment, and pounded on the door of the other bedroom until Matthew opened it.
“What?” Matt asked groggily, his eyes barely open.
“I have a plan.”
“It’s already a bad idea.”
“Matthew.”
He rolled his eyes. “Fine. What is it?”
“So Jordan isn’t taking my calls and she probably doesn’t want to see me. And it got me thinking. Remember when we were brainstorming ideas of how to get Trisha back. You said if I can’t go to her, I need her to come to me.”
Naughtiness lightened Matt’s brown eyes. “Yeah.”
“And remember when you said—”
“Yeah, but you were all like…”
“I know. But I think it will work now.”
“She’s gonna be pissed.”
Tyler nodded. Jordan’s anger was much easier to deal with than Jordan’s hurt and he was willing to accept the raging ramifications of this plan. “She’s cute when she’s angry.”
The widest grin split Matthew’s face. “I love it! What do we do?”
“First we gotta get Neil on the phone and find out when she gets back home.”
“I’m on it.” Tyler was half-way to his bedroom when Matt shouted behind him. “What are we gonna call this one, Ty?”
He turned back and smiled. “OperationStupid.”
“All set,” Matt said, zipping up a black duffel bag. “Neil said her flight just landed, so we better get going.”
They’d gone shopping yesterday and that small bag contained everything they needed for the plan.
“What are you two up to?” Roscoe asked, walking into the living room.
Tyler exchanged looks with Matt before meeting his father’s questioning gaze. “Dad, Matt and I are about to do something crazy.”
“Anything I should be worried about?”
Matt was already heading for the door. “Whatever happens just know that we love you, Pap.”
Tyler stood up as well and followed his friend out the door. He stopped once he was outside and placed a hand on his father’s shoulder. “It may be a good idea to have some bail money ready.”
“You boys are kidding, right?” Roscoe said, but they were already making their way to the elevators. “Right?”
The shout was the last thing they heard before the doors closed in front of them.
*****
Jordan dragged her suitcase along the path leading to the door of her townhouse. It was late and the plane ride home had left her exhausted. Gemma, Miss Unpredictable, had left a few days ago and booked Roscoe and Princess into a pet hotel, but picking them up was tomorrow’s problem. Right now all she wanted was to drop straight into bed.
