CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
After making a breakfast order of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and a bucket of coffee, Nash sat back in his seat, which faced the door.
Just to be polite, Jordan Fox had ordered coffee and buttered toast. She sat with her back to the door but sat side-on, meaning she would also have a clear view of the entrance.
“So, what’s the story with this town?” Nash asked.
Jordan turned her head to face Nash. “What do you mean, what is the story of our town?” her words weren’t harsh but had an angry undertone.
“Well, from what I’ve read of Finchley, it’s had its problems, but despite the farms being the only source of income, it seems to be prospering,” Nash said.
Maddy walked over with two mugs of coffee and placed them down in front of Jordan and Nash. “Food won’t be lon
