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“Well, I hope these two days go by quickly for you and Dakota.”
Talia shook her head. “We’ll manage, we always do. Speaking of Dakota, I better check in with Sarah and see how things are going. Excuse me, Noah.”
“Sarah is their nanny,” Jordan commented, as she walked by.
“Yeah.” He grinned at her.
She squirmed when he smirked, and he knew that his devious grin made her even more nervous. She tried to hide that he had any effect on her, but anyone paying attention would know otherwise. And usually that made his attempts at flirting with her all the more fun.
Yet he also knew that he needed to be careful with her. He didn’t want her to think that she was just any woman that he tried to flirt with. The reputation he’d earned from his Nashville days were no secret here. Playboy. Ladies’ man. Different girl on his arm each night kind of guy. He had never minded those labels back then, but now he wanted things to be different.
Taking in a deep breath, Jordan pushed back her shoulders and went back to business mode. “Is there anything else you need?”
He was on a man on a mission.
“There is.” He swallowed the last bite of his sandwich, then wiped his hands on his napkin as his eyes wandered over her. “I want you to consider my job offer.”
Jordan rolled her eyes and sighed. “I already told you. I have a job and I love it here.”
He gazed at her intently. There was something in the way she fidgeted that made him think she was apprehensive, definitely uncertain, but maybe not completely dead set against the new job.
“Would you at least stop by sometime, check the place out? There’s always someone there, since we’re still remodeling. Come in and take a look around, see what we’re all about.”
“I’m sure I don’t have the time for that.”
“Just think about it?”
“Fine,” she said, clearly flustered. “I’ll think about it. Can I get you anything else?”
“Actually, can I get a piece of Oreo Cream Pie to go and an order of fried pickles? I’ll need a snack before I leave for the airport.” He had to stifle a laugh at the nauseated look that came over her. Eating fried pickles and pie together probably wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea. He thanked her, then watched her hurry off to the kitchen. That rear view was a definite highlight of his day.
He decided that he’d have enough time to grab a quick nap before having to meet the other guys at the airport. But before he left the restaurant, Noah opened a shopping app on his phone. He purchased a bottle of wine, a box of chocolates, and a tube of Orajel to be delivered to Talia and Harrison’s house later today. Harrison and Talia were the closest to family he had here in Pittsburgh, and they’d done so much for him. If he could do any little thing to help make their lives easier, then he would.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jordan
Jordan gazed at the numbers counting down, as the elevator descended to the lobby. It was a gorgeous Wednesday afternoon. The sun was shining, and the air was still warm, even though the calendar said it was autumn. Perfect weather for a little walk down the street on her break to get a coffee.
After purchasing her coffee, she sat on a bench in front of the cafe, sipping the hot caffeinated drink and taking in the sights of the city. Her eyes landed on the space where workers were busy installing a sign. Slap Shot—Noah’s sports bar.
Curiosity got the better of her, as she watched the workers bringing in paint cans, ladders, and boxes. She looked across the road, craning her neck to look at the twentieth floor, where The Sin Bin was located. A twinge of guilt wound around her belly. She needed to tell Talia that she was being courted for a new job, and that the person doing the courting was Noah. Obviously she wasn’t going to accept the job, and her friend and boss needed to know that.
She loved working at The Sin Bin, and Talia and Harrison were like her second family. She was good at her job and had no reason look elsewhere, and especially not to consider a random position offered to her by Noah. The Sin Bin was established, all the fans knew the place was owned by Harrison Dash and his wife, and that was what drew many of them there.
As far as she knew, Noah had never owned a restaurant. That meant that there was uncertain job security. But she was still curious. And it didn’t hurt to look at the place.
Jordan walked down the sidewalk and strolled into the space. The interior looked like every other sports bar, at first. Then she noticed the abundance of chrome and black. The colors were sleek and clean, but also fun.
It was pretty dark inside because not many lights were on, but she was sure when the place was lit up, the chrome would really shine.
She admired the large bar with its ample glass shelving for liquor bottles. She couldn’t see much farther, but she guessed the kitchen would be just as modern and well equipped. Noah had really outdone himself.
“Can I help you?” a man asked.
“Noah said I should stop by,” she responded quickly.
“Jordan!” Noah called from the other end of the room. He hurried over to her. “I can’t believe you actually showed up.”
