Jordan dropped his cutlery with an intentional noisy clink, took a slow sip from his glass, and glanced at his smartwatch. A smirk tugged at his lips.
“Listen,” he said, eyes flicking between them. “This meal is dragging. Let’s wrap it up so we can stop by the b***h’s party and get on with our lives.”
Mack didn’t bother looking up. “What present are we getting her?” he asked with a mouthful.
“Exactly.” Jordan snapped his fingers. “Last person to finish gets to choose and pay for the birthday present.”
His gaze settled on Chloe. Not playful. Not joking.
“I really mean it.”
Chloe didn't need to doubt him. At this point in her life, she did not need any sage to tell her that there was nothing Jordan could not do, or rather, would not do. Anyway, he had just made things a lot easier for
