He reached my front yard, and the closer he got, the more I could see.
Fuck me, he was adorable.
Big blue eyes, a dimpled grin, and fucking freckles. But he didn’t look like a ginger. His hair that poked out from under the hood was so dark it was almost black.
“Buddy, you didn’t mention you were a cradle-robber,” I told James.
He cracked up. “He loves hearin’ that.”
Judging by the scowl on Jordan’s face, he did, in fact, not. “Excuse you, sir. I’m almost twenty-seven.”
All right. And about what, five-three, five-four?
I wouldn’t have guessed a day over twenty.
“He’s hotter than you described, honey.” Jordan strode forward and extended his hand. “Hello, Ash. Nice to finally meet you.”
I smirked and shook his hand. “You too, Jordan.” I tilted my head at James. “Is he a flirt with everyone? I’m tryna decide if I’m flattered or just one in the crowd.”
James chuckled under his breath and stuck his hands down the pockets of his jeans. “You can be flattered.”
Okay, then. Just what I wanted to hear. Actually, I also wanted to hear how James had described me.
“Have you eaten?” Jordan asked.
“Not yet,” James said. “I thought we could do brunch once you woke up. What’re you in the mood for?”
“Ummmmm…” Jordan tapped his chin. “I want like, a breakfast sammich with bacon and eggs and cheese and spinach and tomaters.”
Sammich? Tomaters?
Who was this guy?
“Okay, I’ll go pick up food,” James chuckled. “One for you too?” He turned to me.
Uh. “Sure, why not. I like ham and cheese with tomatoes and that French mustard.”
“Tomaters,” Jordan corrected. “That’s how James’s dad pronounces it in the Deep South.”
“Does he say sammich too?” I smirked.
He lit up. “No, that’s a Jordan original. And I guess all the kids who say it too.”
Okay, he was a little too appealing for my tastes. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was a Little.
“I’ll be back in a bit. You two can get to know each other,” James said.
Wait, he was leaving his little hubby here?
“Excellent! I have some questions for you, Ash.” Jordan strode straight into my house and removed the hood of his teddy bear suit.
James was already heading off, so I guessed I was babysitting now?
I went back inside and closed the door, figuring I could start in the kitchen. “Can I get you something to drink? I have Coke, coffee, and water.”
“Coke, please! And thank you.” He followed me into the kitchen. “Have you decided what to do with the kitchen yet?”
“Kind of. I wanna replace the cracked marble with an oak top—same with the other counters. Then repaint the cupboards. I’m thinking a moss green or muted blue.”
