She swung around to see Gwen’s narrow-eyed gaze.
“That was the quickest bathroom visit in history, EJ.”
“I need to speak with Jordan.”
“Do you? I think you’ll find that Eric wants to speak to you. To both of you. So how about you both come this way?”
EJ glanced at Jordan, but he was scowling at Gwen.
Why did she feel exactly like a baby bird about to be pounced on by a tiger snake?
“Come on. It looks like our food has been served.”
Gwen’s fingernail scratched her as she tugged at EJ.
“Just go,” Jordan murmured. “We’ll be talking soon enough.”
They rejoined the table, where sure enough, their food had arrived. “Yours will be coming shortly,” the waiter apologised to Jordan.
“No problem.”
EJ hesitated, not wanting to start eating without him, even though the others all had.
“Eat before it gets cold,” Eric muttered, which instantly set her back up. She wasn’t a child, needing to be told what to do.
“It’s okay, EJ,” Jordan murmured. “Really.”
She studied him a moment longer; then he nodded, before a notification pinged on his phone.
A minute later, Jordan’s steak was set before him and she could finally relax and join him.
But Eric wasn’t happy. Perhaps he wasn’t used to people not playing by his rules. He kept looking between EJ and Jordan, and Jordan kept his sniper gaze locked on him in those moments when his head wasn’t bent over his steak.
Why was he looking so fierce? What did he want to say?
“So, about Dream Match—” Eric began.
“Actually, I have a couple of questions before you begin.”
Eric tensed, his displeasure at Jordan’s interruption plain. His hand fisted. “It’s a bit late in the scheme of things to be bringing them up now. As I was saying—”
“On the contrary, it’s the perfect time,” Jordan interrupted again, straightening in his seat.
Her heart hammered. What was he doing? Didn’t Jordan know they needed to get this sorted? If he kept interrupting and ticking off Eric, there was a fair chance that he might not want to invest after all.
“We’re trying to have a business meeting here,” Eric intoned.
“You’re being rather rude,” Gwen murmured to Jordan.
“Hmm, I find that rather rich when it comes from a person who has been carrying on with my friend’s boyfriend behind everyone’s back.”
EJ froze, as the air was sucked from around the table. What had Jordan said?
“Excuse me?” Gwen’s high-pitched voice could clean bird poop from the rafters.
“I think you heard me.” Jordan finished eating unconcernedly, then pushed away his plate. His gaze landed on EJ, his expression soft.
No.
