JORDAN
I walk past the kitchen, heading to the pool built in my backyard, but I pause as I reach the open door. Peter is sitting on the long kitchen stool, swinging his legs like a giddy kid, waiting for his favorite aunt to prepare his snacks.
I lean on the door frame and watch him banter with my housekeeper. Agatha’s back is towards the door, so she is oblivious to my presence, but I know Peter can see me from his peripheral vision. However, he pretends not to and talks about baking like he wants to enroll in a culinary school this summer.
I chuckle lightly under my breath and fold my arms across my chest. I don’t have to go to work until noon. Nelson warned me not to show up until it’s time for my first appointment.
He’s like the son I never had.
I’d never thought about him that w
