Jordan’s phone chirped just as the hostess seated them. He scanned the text.
“Kathy says she can meet you at the house at eight a.m. tomorrow to take pictures, put the lockbox on the front door and set the sign in the yard,” he relayed to Karli.
“Good!” she answered brightly.
He smiled at her, warmth in his eyes.
There it is again, she told herself. Now’s my chance.
“I need to ask you something,” she said abruptly.
“Go for it.”
“What’s with the look?”
His brows knitted. “What look?”
“There’s been a couple of times you’ve gotten this... look on your face,” Karli said. “And I don’t know what it means.”
She swore she could pinpoint the precise moment he clamped down on whatever he was feeling; Jordan’s eyes went carefully blank, like a curtain had been lowered.
“I have no idea what
