The alarm sounding later that afternoon caused Jordan’s brows to furrow tightly.
“Already?” he mumbled, snaking his hand out from under the covers to press the snooze bar on the device and drifting off again.
But the machine’s insistent beeping ten minutes later caused him to snarl and throw the covers back.
Come on, lazy, go run, he chided himself. And then get ready for what will probably be a long Friday night.
He staggered his way over to the dresser and grabbed shorts and a t-shirt. As he got dressed, he could hear his phone buzzing repeatedly from the kitchen, but it stopped before he could finish tying his shoes.
Jordan moved through his apartment toward the counter where he had plugged in his phone. He picked it up and saw multiple texts from Evan.
About time you came to your
