7
WHITTON
“Knock, knock.”
I glanced behind me to find Jordan striding into my office with a roguish smile on his face. I’d been working with Jordan long enough to know that wasn’t a good thing.
“What happened?”
“Why does something have to have happened?” Jordan asked.
“Because I know you.”
He laughed and took the seat across from me, crossing his ankle at his knee. Oh boy.
I closed out of the memo I’d been writing on the survey Eve and I were going to look at in Midland this afternoon. She’d done every scrap of work sent her way almost immediately. Her lateness only seemed to be in relation to meeting in person. Which hadn’t happened since I’d seen her at the mayoral announcement.
She’d claimed that she was going to come to the carnival, and then she’d bailed without a word. Even
