Jordan had purposely kept his distance since the night they’d had dinner. While he had no problem with what had happened between them, he figured Karli had felt guilty about it, and he didn’t want to add to her stress. But when she called and told him she was ready to pack away Evan’s things, he agreed to be at her house at eleven the following morning.
He stepped out of his truck and walked slowly to her door, knocking gingerly and steeling his nerves. Help her with this, make sure she’s okay, then leave, he reminded himself. And for God’s sake don’t call her ‘honey’.
He squared his shoulders when she opened the door, willing himself not to react when he noticed she was wearing the exact same t-shirt as the very first time he had seen her.
“Hi,” he managed to say, his voice sounding ru
