CHAPTER TEN Jordan
The next night, Jordan knocked on his apartment door. A delightful aroma greeted her, which was curious, since she knew he didn’t cook. At all.
The door opened and there stood handsome, smiling Noah. “Glad you made it. Dinner is almost ready.”
She stepped into his apartment, and it smelled wonderful. Not at all like mac and cheese or scrambled eggs. She searched the room, trying to figure out who was cooking, because it certainly wasn’t him. She had to hold in a laugh when her eyes landed on take out bags from The Sin Bin on his kitchen counter.
She giggled as she entered the kitchen, pointing out the tell-tale bags. “You said you were making dinner.”
“No, what I said was, dinner was almost ready.”
She tilted her head, waiting for more explanation.
“Talia told me
