CHAPTER THREE Jordan
As Jordan exited the kitchen, she noticed him out of the corner of her eye, sitting at his usual table. Table eighteen was basically reserved every day for Noah. He’d been here almost every day since he’d returned to Pittsburgh for the new season.
He’d been traded to the Renegades in the middle of last season, and his reputation preceded him. He apparently had a way with the ladies. Noah was about as handsome as they came, and he knew it.
Normally, Jordan didn’t go for guys like that. It wasn’t worth her time to feed some guy’s ego. And she wasn’t looking for a relationship.
But there was something about Noah’s large, muscular stature, handsome face, and the confident way he carried himself that gave her butterflies. Not to mention the deep brown eyes, and the know
