CHAPTER THIRTEEN Noah
Satisfied that Jordan had agreed to let him drive her home, Noah tried not to gloat in the car during their short ride. He just needed to see for himself that she was home safely. It was late, and she’d had a tiring day—he could see it on her face. It was the least he could do.
He’d never been tongue tied around a female before, although usually at this point, he wouldn’t be using his tongue for talking. But Jordan wasn’t just any woman; she was different than the typical puck bunny. Not only because she’d kept him at arm’s length, but because she was a mystery. Noah not only hoped to win her over, but to get to know her.
Finally something not lame came to mind to say. “So, do you enjoy taking the bus?”
Okay, maybe it was lame. And why did he always—
Before he co
