Chapter 3
Jordan didn’t own a car. It wasn’t necessary in Manhattan, and parking it would just be an unnecessary expense. When Sam suggested they go apple picking as a date one Saturday in early October, Jordan instantly thought of a thousand reasons it couldn’t be done. He kept them to himself, because he couldn’t wait to see how Sam pulled it off.
It turned out that Sam did own a car, a big Porsche SUV that guzzled gas like water, and had three booster seats in the back. When Sam showed up outside Jordan’s building, those three booster seats had occupants—one boy of about seven, and twin girls of about four.
“These are Dinesh’s kids!” Jordan covered his mouth. He hadn’t meant to show preference like that. “I’m sorry—I’ve only seen you in pictures.”
“It’s okay. We haven’t seen picture
