CHAPTER FIFTEEN Jordan
Jordan scanned the bar. It was a packed house tonight. But then again, Noah had posted about his new place on social media, with plenty of photos, including one of him serving behind the bar. Patrons had packed the dining area pre-game, and a whole new wave came in to watch the game.
She admired the crowd and didn’t mind that they were here because of Noah. After all, patrons had come to The Sin Bin because of Harrison. It didn’t matter why they were here at Slap Shot, so long as they came.
Jordan grabbed a few orders from the window and helped the servers out delivering food. With all the patrons happy, she sat down at the bar and worked on the new schedule. The Slap Shot bartender, Mo, handed her a water.
“Thanks, Mo.”
A new group of customers filled the waiti
