Chapter Seventeen
One would think that an immortal being wouldn’t have an issue with waiting, not when he had all of time to play with, and yet Hasan couldn’t quite curb his impatience. He didn’t possess the strength to pace about the little townhouse, but he did wait in the living room near the front door, one hand tapping on the knee of his jeans. It seemed as though Jordan had been gone a very long time. The really damnable thing was there wasn’t much he could do about it.
Except wait.
A clock ticked away from somewhere within the kitchen, only serving to increase his agitation. Surely it couldn’t take that long to go into town, get a work assignment and a car, and then come back here?
Feeling as though hundred-pound weights were attached to each ankle, he got up from the couch and
