I’m going to be gone until late. I’m so sorry and promise to make it up to you. Love, Jordan
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Gritting my teeth, I crumpled up the note and threw it into the garbage. We only had four more days left in Vegas and it didn’t look like he was going to make good on the promise of driving out to Lake Tahoe. It was a half day trip and we were supposed to spend time there before returning to Iowa.
“Dammit, Jordan,” I muttered, my eyes filling with frustrated tears.
“Good morning, Miss Jessica.”
Trying to compose myself, I turned around and forced a smile to my lips. It was the housekeeper-s***h-cook who Jordan had hired for our stay. “Good morning, Maria.”
Maria, who spoke very little English, but had been the kindest person to me since we’d arrived in Vegas, must have noticed that I
