She smiled slightly. “Nothing.”
“You know something.” I narrowed my eyes.
“Maybe.”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, come on, out with it.”
She rinsed the shampoo from my hair before answering. “Can I ask what’s going on between you two?”
My stomach flipped. “Us? Nothing.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Seriously!”
She raised an eyebrow. “Then why are you blushing?”
I hadn’t even realized I was. “I’m not?—”
“You are.”
I groaned softly. “There’s nothing happening between us. We’re just…I don’t know.”
Jordan smiled, but it wasn’t teasing anymore, just knowing.
“You know,” she said, reaching for a towel and placing it over my wet hair, “there have been women trying to tie that man down for years.”
That made something twist in my chest, but I wasn’t stupid, I knew what she meant. There were plenty of women in town that wanted a biker as a trophy. I had never been one of them though. But women could be fierce and determined when they wanted something. I had seen plenty of women fight over a man before, and plenty of women fight over less.
She laughed lightly. “Don’t look like that. No one’s mad at you.”
“I’m not?—”
“They’re jealous, darlin’,” she said simply. “They wanna know what your secret is.”
I blinked. “What?”
“Everyone’s seen the way he looks at you.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“It’s really not.” She wrapped the towel gently around my hair. “And for what it’s worth,” she added, “he’s never looked at anyone else like that before.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I stayed quiet.
Jordan studied me for a moment longer and then her voice softened slightly. “If you don’t want anything to happen though, you should tell him.”
My chest tightened. “I’m not leading him on.”
“I didn’t say you were, darlin’,” she said gently. “Just, don’t let him think there’s something there if there isn’t. Even if that something was all in his head to begin with.”
The words sat heavy in my chest. Because the truth was, I didn’t know what I wanted. I had wanted to kiss him more than once since I met him. I wanted to feel his arms around me, holding me close again and I had daydreamed about what it would feel like having him as mine.
Jordan smiled again, lighter this time. “Anyway. You’re all set.”
She helped me back downstairs, freshly washed hair falling softly around my shoulders. At the door, she pulled my phone from my hand and quickly typed something in.
“There,” she said. “That’s my number. Call me if you need anything.”
