For a person who hadn’t really known what family was first hand, Jordan began to understand that she had been lucky to be taken in by them. “Why did you and your husband help me after my parents left?”
Barbara lips tilted up slowly. “So you finally ask. I didn’t think you ever would, seeing as you’ve been like another daughter to us for so many years.”
“Tell me, please.” Jordan fought the nerves twisting knots in her stomach. She hated thinking of those years, but they’d never hesitated to help her.
“When you were a tiny thirteen-year-old with her first crush on my son.” Barbara laughed. “I see you remember those days.”
“Well, in my defense, he was the cutest eighteen-year-old ever. And way too old for me, but still.” She had forgotten the fact the shifters scented everything. Jesus Ch
