CHAPTER SEVEN Jordan
Jordan gazed at the numbers counting down, as the elevator descended to the lobby. It was a gorgeous Wednesday afternoon. The sun was shining, and the air was still warm, even though the calendar said it was autumn. Perfect weather for a little walk down the street on her break to get a coffee.
After purchasing her coffee, she sat on a bench in front of the cafe, sipping the hot caffeinated drink and taking in the sights of the city. Her eyes landed on the space where workers were busy installing a sign. Slap Shot—Noah’s sports bar.
Curiosity got the better of her, as she watched the workers bringing in paint cans, ladders, and boxes. She looked across the road, craning her neck to look at the twentieth floor, where The Sin Bin was located. A twinge of guilt wound a
