CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Jordan
Jordan was a self-made, confident woman. But every time she thought about last night, her stomach clenched. After Noah dropped her off at home, she’d done a lot of thinking, and none of it made her feel any better. It didn’t matter how she felt about him; this thing she had started with Noah was a mistake, any way she looked at it. That is, unless he had changed his mind about being casual. And she didn’t know how he felt. She was tired of thinking.
She stood up from her desk, straightened her skirt, adjusted her blouse, and took a deep breath. The morning paperwork complete, it was time to make rounds in the dining room.
Jordan finished checking the alcohol delivery in the back room. She carried a few bottles out to the bar to help Mo restock, although it was un
