CHAPTER EIGHT Noah
The entire trip away, Noah had been looking forward to coming home. During the three-game road trip that had ended in two wins and a loss, his mind had been on Jordan almost every minute. Noah walked into Slap Shot. It was Sunday, so things were quiet. Just a few of the workers were here today putting some finishing touches on the paint.
He expected the men had finished building the shelves in the office—a last-minute request, but he thought Jordan would appreciate a well fitted out office space. He strolled back to the office to inspect the final result, opened the door, and came face to face with Jordan.
“Noah!” Jordan screeched, and tossed the papers she was holding into the air.
“Jordan? What are you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, but I wasn’t exp
