“Who upset you?” he asks.
My throat closes.
Lydia blinks. “Excuse me?”
Jordan ignores her. His green-silver eyes stay on me, steady and sharp and far too knowing.
“Natalie.”
My name in his voice does terrible things to my knees.
“No one,” I say quickly. “They were just leaving.”
Wesley clears his throat. “We only brought her an invitation.”
Jordan turns his head toward him slowly, like Wesley has just made the dangerous mistake of reminding Jordan he exists.
Wesley goes quiet.
Lydia laughs softly. “A wedding invitation. Mine and Wesley’s. We didn’t include a plus one because Natalie isn’t seeing anyone.”
Jordan’s hand settles on my waist.
The room disappears.
His palm is warm and broad through my dress, his touch steady and possessive, like he already knows exactly where he belongs.
Lydia’s gaze drops to his hand.
Wesley’s does too.
Jordan pulls me a fraction closer, his thumb pressing once into my side.
“Yes,” he says.
Lydia’s smile cracks.
“She is.”
I stare at the invitation in my hand, because if I look at him, I might dissolve on company property.
Jordan’s voice drops lower.
“I’m her plus one.”
Chapter 3
Jordan
“I’m her plus one.”
Natalie stiffens under my palm, but I keep my hand where it is.
Her sister looks at my fingers on Natalie’s waist like they offend her. Wesley Hart looks at them like he knows better than to say what he is thinking, which is the first intelligent thing I’ve seen from him since I opened my office door.
I know his name. I know hers too. I had Natalie looked into after her interview because my mother has a habit of arranging fate when she gets bored, and Natalie Mullen looked too much like a woman designed to ruin my concentration. I expected to find my mother’s fingerprints somewhere.
I found no sign of her involvement. What I found instead was Wesley Hart, a former boyfriend and former friend who now hadthe nerve to stand in front of Natalie with his arm linked to her sister.
