Chapter 30
Jessica
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After searching through Jordan’s g*n case, I found one that I knew I could handle – a three-fifty-seven revolver. I loaded it and then went back upstairs, where I stared anxiously out the window, waiting for Jordan to return. When he finally arrived, it was almost forty minutes after our phone conversation. I wanted to ask him what had taken so long, but he looked so grumpy when he walked through the doorway, I decided to leave it be.
“You’re back,” I said, forcing a smile.
“Yeah. Sorry it took so long.” He looked down at the Smith & Wesson that was still in my hand. “You doing okay?”
I laid the g*n down on the counter and wiped my sweaty hands on my jeans. “I’m fine. Scared, obviously.”
Nodding, he set his bike helmet down onto the end table and
