CHAPTER FIVE
“How in the hell is that possible?” Karli said through gritted teeth. “Did he just not pay it?”
Jordan shook his head as he scanned the notice. “I have no idea, Karli. You need to call them.”
“He wouldn’t let me handle the bills. I offered to, and I am perfectly capable. But he said, ‘no, Karli, let me worry about that. You focus on your blog.’ Jackass,” she snarled. “I wonder what else he failed to pay.”
“Get them on the phone,’ Jordan urged. “It could just be a misunderstanding.”
“Believe me, I intend to,” she answered as she dialed.
Jordan watched, a reluctant witness, as Karli turned progressively paler during the call with her mortgage loan servicer.
“Okay,” she murmured quietly. “Thanks for the information. I’ll be back in touch.”
She hung up and looked at Jordan
