Chapter 17When Jordan entered the apartment, the first thing he noticed was Henrietta didn’t greet him at the door. Next he saw the apartment had been cleaned. Then he sniffed the aroma of something familiar coming from the kitchen. It smelled like his mom’s Italian spaghetti, his favorite meal. He quickly walked to the kitchen, his heart skipping beats.
There was Spenser, standing at the stove, stirring a large pot. Henrietta was sitting at his feet. Jordan shook his head. Before he could pinch himself to be sure he wasn’t dreaming, both Spenser and the little dog turned. Henrietta ran to him and Spenser followed. When Spenser got to Jordan, he wrapped his arms around him and gave him a kiss.
When they broke apart, Spenser said, “I’m glad you’re home. Dinner’s almost ready. There’s wine
