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Sera flushed as she stepped into an empty elevator, and he followed. “Do you volunteer here because you were a sick kid yourself?”
“Going all pop psychology on me again, Angel?”
“Just an observation based on the evidence,” she remarked as the doors closed.
“Okay, yeah.”
“So I was wrong,” she joked. “You don’t have a fetish for Florence Nightingale types.”
Jordan quirked an eyebrow. “I don’t? What a relief.”
Sera shook her head as the elevator opened again on the ground-floor lobby. “No, my new theory is that you want to be Florence.”
Jordan stifled a laugh as they crossed the lobby to the exit. “Great. I guess I have my costume for next Halloween.”
When they emerged from the building, she turned to face him. “Would you be serious?”
“Would you?”
“Your visit today was a nice thing to do.”
He flashed a boyish grin. “See, I’m not all bad.”
“No, no, you’re not.”
“So I’m making progress?”
“Of sorts.”
“Good enough.”
“I can’t fault a guy who visits sick kids.” She cleared her throat. “I had an older sister who died as a baby.”
Jordan sobered.
She adjusted her handbag. “She died from a congenital defect.” She wasn’t sure why she was volunteering the information. “Your family may have hovered because you were always sick. Mine did, too, but for different reasons.”
“They were protective because they knew what it meant to lose a child,” he guessed.
“Exactly, though it was hard for me to appreciate at the time.” She didn’t want to understand Jordan Serenghetti, but she did—more and more. It was much easier to label him as just another player.
“My sister Mia could tell you all about overprotective parents.” Jordan gave Sera a half smile.
She thought back to her brief conversation with Jordan’s sister on set the other day, then sighed as she remembered something else from the taping. “I hope your mother isn’t still expecting me to teach you how to cook.”
Jordan flashed her a teasing look. “Don’t worry—”
“Phew! What a relief.” So why did she feel disappointed suddenly?
“I’ve gotten you off the hook by telling her that I’d ask you to attend a wedding with me.”
Sera’s mind went blank. “Wait—what?”
“A wedding. I avoid them like the plague—”
“Of course you do.”
“—but this one I have to attend. It’s a cousin, and Mom is all about family.”
