ELLE POV
I mustered a businesslike nod, walking toward the little cabinet he’d set the shoes in, all but chanting to myself: This is professional. Nothing more. Focus.
I put on the extra pair of shoes Jordan had brought me — like all his, plain black, professional — and they felt even heavier, soles weighted with all that had just passed between us. I sat up straight, took a breath, and said to myself: Focus, Elle. Business first.
Jordan had been standing there, leaning against the door, with his arms crossed humbly and a rock face. He c****d his head to the side when he saw I had come.
“Good?” he asked, and it was calm, but that undertone made my heart beat.
“Yes,” I said crisply, nodding. “Thank you again.”
He gave me a small approving nod. “You’re welcome. Shall we?”
I agreed, w
