Chapter 15There was a loud rap on the apartment door. Henrietta jumped off the couch and ran over to it, barking. The rapping and barking roused Jordan from sleep. He and the pup had dozed off, watching reruns of Friends. He’d been doing that a lot lately—watching useless TV and napping. He checked his watch—eight-thirty. He got up and stretched, wondering who could be at the door and if he’d ordered pizza. He hadn’t eaten. He remembered that, but not whether he’d called in an order for pizza. Whoever it was knocked again. Henrietta barked louder.
“I’m coming,” Jordan called out. “Keep your shirt on,” he muttered in a lower voice.
“What the hell are you two doing here?” he asked when he opened the door and saw who it was.
“Is that any way to greet old friends? Especially after all we’ve
