I straighten up to see Steven Hill standing next to the table, an expression plastered across his face that tells me our kiss didn’t go down too well.
“Do you mind if we sit with you?” I turn back to her.
“We?”
I gesture towards my daughter, standing at the entrance.
“Oh my God, you’re with your daughter.” She tries unsuccessfully to compose herself.
“Relax, she doesn’t mind.”
Jordan sighs.
“Just one dinner, Jordan. My daughter will be here. What do you think is going to happen?”
“Well, you’ve kissed me in front of the whole restaurant,” she says, pretending to be annoyed about it. But her glowing cheeks give her away.
I gesture at Skylar to join us, as Jordan’s hand rests on top of mine, on the table.
I look back at her.
“Thank you.”
Her deep, clear eyes grow suddenly deeper.
“I really wasn’t in the mood to talk to him tonight.”
My daughter appears at the table.
“What about us? Are you in the mood to talk to us?”
“I’d really like that.”
Niall
Jordan immediately asks the waiter to take our order. She’s already ordered, but kindly asks if all our meals could be served together.
“I hate it when someone has to wait and everyone else already has their food,” she says, laying a napkin over her lap. “It’s rude.”
“Well, thanks for thinking of us.”
She waves my gratitude away, before grabbing her nearly-empty glass. I nod at the waiter to come over, and ask him for a bottle.
“Oh, why not?” she says, lifting her hands in defeat. “I walked here. I’m sure I’ll be able to get home okay. I’ve lived here my whole life.”
I laugh, and my daughter smiles next to me. I can tell that she likes Jordan being here.
I was worried about sitting with her – but not because of that stupid agreement, or what anyone else might think. I just didn’t want Skylar to think that I didn’t want to be alone with her.
When Jordan gets up to go to the toilet, I ask her.
“Why would I care?”
“Because this evening was supposed to be for us.”
“I don’t mind her.”
“Well, I’m glad you don’t hateeverything.”
