I did.
I never even told Jensen.
But Jordan? She stood by me. Even after everything with her dad came crashing down.
We were there for each other.
I told her I loved her.
She told me she loved me.
Then she left.
I blink back the sting of it all.Christ.
“What if,” I whisper, the fear creeping in, “I have innate characteristics that are like him?”
Her thumbs sweep across my cheek. “You don’t.”
“But—”
“Matt,” she cuts me off, determined. “You don’t. You’re thirty-five. You’d know by now if you were an asshole.”
Her lips curve into a soft smile. “Besides, I hate your dad as much as you do. And there’s no one I’d rather spend time with than you. Promise.”
I take a deep breath, letting it out slow. I’ve got to get my shit together.
“You need to go change,” Jordan says, then laughs softly. “God, you’re the only person I know who works from home and still wears a suit.”
“Shit. What do I wear? I don’t want to look too relaxed. Like I don’t care.”
“Matt.” She smirks. “Your sweatpants cost over a thousand dollars. You couldn’t look too relaxed if you tried.”
I puff out a laugh, the weight slightly lifting.
“Just throw on something in between work and lounging.”
“Yeah. Okay.”
She pats my chest, then wraps her arms around me. “You got this. You’re going to do great.” She looks up at me, smiling. “We’regonna do great.”
“You’re right,” I say. “We are.”
I head for the hall.
“Matt,” she says before I’m out of sight.
I turn around.
She holds up her index and middle finger together, kisses them, then reaches them toward me through the air.
I chuckle.Goddamn her.She has a way of making everything feel manageable. She always has. I mirror her, kissing my fingers and holding them up.
It’s what we did in elementary school, after I told her I wanted to kiss her and she said she didn’t want to get in trouble.
She grins, picking up the bottle of tequila. “I’ll take care of all this while you change. Hurry.”
I turn back, stealing one last glance at her before disappearing down the hall.
