Ian reached for the apartment door as it was opened. Shocked eyes found his own, a blush rose on Jordan’s face, and Jordan nudged Cole closer. Two bags hung over Jordan’s shoulder and Cole dragged another one behind him.
With a step forward, Ian forced the group of them back. He shut the door. “Were you going somewhere?”
“N-no,” Jordan stammered. “Just had to do some laundry.”
Ian smiled. “Seems like a lot of laundry for the two of you. Were you doing everything?”
Jordan shrugged and Ian reached for Cole’s sleeve, ignoring the look of apprehension that flashed over Jordan’s face. “How’d it go at the school?”
“Cole wasn’t feeling well this morning,” Jordan said quickly. “We’re going to go tomorrow.”
Tugging Cole behind him, Ian walked towards the couch. “Come on, Cole,” Ian said light
