Chapter 9
- JORDAN’S POV
- “I can’t make the girls’ road trip,” Lana told me when she emerged from the balcony of our home in Florida and back into the living room; after she hung up from her call.
- Our two groups were splitting up from here and we’d drive to Orlando and meet there again. “I have been called back to work. Something urgent came up.” She assumed her spot on the sofa and swept up the length of her raven hair into a loose knot, securing it with a large hinged clip.