She glanced over at me, saw my face, and sighed softly. “Fine.”
“He’s a wonderful man. I promise.”
Her expression softened. “Okay.”
“Does anyone else need more wine?” I asked as I got to my feet. After a chorus of affirmative answers, I said, “I’ll open another bottle.”
Jordan followed me into the kitchen after announcing he needed to check on the meal. I turned to him as soon as we were out of earshot of the other ladies.
“Don’t worry about it,” he stated before I could speak.
“But—”
“Your friends are amusing and meant no harm.”
“Still—”
He kissed me. “Don’t worry about it. I’m having a good time.”
“Chelsea’s right. You are hot,” I muttered, my brain scrambled by his kiss.
Jordan threw back his head and laughed.
As he excelledin all things, Jordan was a fantastic cook. The food was delicious and he charmed my friends with ease.
“Be honest, you ordered this from a restaurant, didn’t you?” Chelsea asked as we ate.
I nearly choked on the bite of Cornish game hen I’d just taken.
Jordan merely smiled and shook his head. “I promise you I made all of this myself.”
“You had to,” Lucy agreed. “Tanya burns water.”
“Ha, ha, ha,” I shot back drily.
Jordan chuckled. “My aunt insisted that a man should know how to cook, clean, and do laundry.”
Chelsea raised her glass to him in a mock toast. “I like her already.”
The rest of the girls laughed.
“Tell us about how you met Tanya,” Grier piped up.
“Yeah, she won’t give us details,” Yancy stated.
Jordan glanced at me, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “She hasn’t?”
I shrugged and picked up my wineglass. “I didn’t realize you were my dream man when I met you.”
“Awww.” I shot Yancy a look, which she ignored. “Well, tell us what you thought when you met her,” she encouraged Jordan.
Jordan’s eyes met mine. “I thought she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.”
My chest ached at his words.
“She walked into the room and I knew that I had to learn everything I could about her. When I got to know here better, I knew that Tanya was everything I could ever want in a partner.”
None of us spoke and I felt the prickle of tears in the back of my eyes. I realized that the detached, cool facade he usually wore was completely absent. He wasn’t hiding anything.
