-Jordan Parrish-
The low growl of a car engine pulling into the driveway broke through the tense silence of my house. It was Natalie’s car but she wasn't the one driving. I peered out the window, watching as Dennis parked Natalie’s car in the garage of my house. My house. A place I’d never invited anyone. Yet here I was, opening the gates to Dennis, because Natalie—my Natalie—was missing.
His eyes widened as he got out of the car, taking in the architecture. He gave a low whistle, shaking his head.
“Man,” he muttered, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets. “Jordan Parrish actually invited me to his house. Never thought I’d see the day. You must really like Romano's daughter”
I didn’t respond. Couldn’t. Like wasn’t even close to what I felt for her.
Dennis didn’t wait for a reply
