shopping, Katie?" He gave her one of those sheepish looks.
"Okay, but what do you mean by your turn?"
"Oh, picked up on that huh? I share an apartment with ah, uh, um, mate. We plan to move into the Victorian once the restorations are complete." Jordan was looking somewhat uneasy, as if there was something he wasn't quite telling her. But Katie let it slide. She was having too much fun to want to spoil it.
"You have a shopping list?" she asked.
"Ahh, no, do I need one?"
"Well, do you know what you need or are running low on?"
"Uh, food?"
Katie stared at Jordan in astonishment.
"What do you eat at home?"
Jordan gave a shrug. "Pasta, and a lot of microwave meals."
Katie gave a groan of pity. "Didn't your mother teach you how to cook?"
"Well, she taught me how to use a microwave," he said with a touch of pride. "Mom isn't the best of cooks either." Jordan suddenly brightened. "Hey, I remember we need orange juice and milk."
Katie saw she had her work cut out for her with Jordan. They parked and went into the supermarket. It was her turn to drag Jordan around the shops, explaining easy ways to make meals. Slowly they filled the cart. Jordan was like a big kid. He kept putting in sweets, candied bananas, UFO's lollies and cakes. She kept taking them out.
"Behave yourself or I'll make you sit in the truck," she scolded playfully.
Jordan stuck his hands in his pockets, pretending to sulk. She packed everything up as Jordan paid. With the truck loaded, they drove across to an unfamiliar side of town.
"I'll have to dump you and the shopping on the sidewalk while I park the truck."
Jordan handed her a key. "If you want to start taking it inside, I'll be around directly.
It's number thirteen there." He pointed to the row of terraced apartments.
She jumped out of the truck and swiftly unloaded the grocery bags onto the sidewalk.
Jordan drove off. She picked up as many bags as she could carry, leaving two on the pavement. She dropped them at the front door before going back to retrieve the other two bags. She pushed in the key and opened the door, gathered up the bags, and walked into Jordan's apartment. It was nice, in the tones of black and white, very modern. She manoeuvred around a black leather sofa, careful not to touch anything, as she was still covered in white plaster mess. She easily found the kitchen in the large open space. After dumping the bags on the kitchen counter, she went back for the others. Jordan had beaten her to them.
"I got these. I'll show you where the shower is located. Please ignore any mess. Both Jack and I are busy people. You understand."
"Jack?" The image of Jack Cullen sprang into her head but she quickly dismissed it; there must be thousands of Jacks in London.
"Yeah, my um... the guy I share with." Katie gave a laugh. "Is he as undomesticated as you?" She followed Jordan down the hall. He opened a door. "I'll get you some clothes if you don't mind wearing guys' stuff for a bit."
"Thanks, um, what about you?" She looked at Jordan's sweaty body and dirty clothes. Self-consciously she licked her lips. She wouldn't mind a taste of his salty, sweaty skin. He smelled so male, so masculine.
"I'll use Jack's en-suite. He won't mind." Jordan's gaze was suddenly intense with that same hungry look she had seen before. He moved in closer. His body was mere inches away from hers.
"Katie, sweetheart, don't look at me like that or I may not be able to help what happens next," Jordan said in a low husky tone which sent a shiver down her spine.
It made her belly constrict. Be brave, be brave. She chanted in her head. She sucked in a breath and reached up her hand to run over Jordan's stubble cheek. It felt so good to touch him. He closed his eyes briefly, his expression reverent as if savouring her touch.
"Maybe I want what happens next," she whispered softly. Oh god, did she really say that? It was out and she couldn't take it back. She didn't want to take it back. She
"Okay, but what do you mean by your turn?"
"Oh, picked up on that huh? I share an apartment with ah, uh, um, mate. We plan to move into the Victorian once the restorations are complete." Jordan was looking somewhat uneasy, as if there was something he wasn't quite telling her. But Katie let it slide. She was having too much fun to want to spoil it.
"You have a shopping list?" she asked.
"Ahh, no, do I need one?"
"Well, do you know what you need or are running low on?"
"Uh, food?"
Katie stared at Jordan in astonishment.
"What do you eat at home?"
Jordan gave a shrug. "Pasta, and a lot of microwave meals."
Katie gave a groan of pity. "Didn't your mother teach you how to cook?"
"Well, she taught me how to use a microwave," he said with a touch of pride. "Mom isn't the best of cooks either." Jordan suddenly brightened. "Hey, I remember we need orange juice and milk."
Katie saw she had her work cut out for her with Jordan. They parked and went into the supermarket. It was her turn to drag Jordan around the shops, explaining easy ways to make meals. Slowly they filled the cart. Jordan was like a big kid. He kept putting in sweets, candied bananas, UFO's lollies and cakes. She kept taking them out.
"Behave yourself or I'll make you sit in the truck," she scolded playfully.
Jordan stuck his hands in his pockets, pretending to sulk. She packed everything up as Jordan paid. With the truck loaded, they drove across to an unfamiliar side of town.
"I'll have to dump you and the shopping on the sidewalk while I park the truck."
Jordan handed her a key. "If you want to start taking it inside, I'll be around directly.
It's number thirteen there." He pointed to the row of terraced apartments.
She jumped out of the truck and swiftly unloaded the grocery bags onto the sidewalk.
Jordan drove off. She picked up as many bags as she could carry, leaving two on the pavement. She dropped them at the front door before going back to retrieve the other two bags. She pushed in the key and opened the door, gathered up the bags, and walked into Jordan's apartment. It was nice, in the tones of black and white, very modern. She manoeuvred around a black leather sofa, careful not to touch anything, as she was still covered in white plaster mess. She easily found the kitchen in the large open space. After dumping the bags on the kitchen counter, she went back for the others. Jordan had beaten her to them.
"I got these. I'll show you where the shower is located. Please ignore any mess. Both Jack and I are busy people. You understand."
"Jack?" The image of Jack Cullen sprang into her head but she quickly dismissed it; there must be thousands of Jacks in London.
"Yeah, my um... the guy I share with." Katie gave a laugh. "Is he as undomesticated as you?" She followed Jordan down the hall. He opened a door. "I'll get you some clothes if you don't mind wearing guys' stuff for a bit."
"Thanks, um, what about you?" She looked at Jordan's sweaty body and dirty clothes. Self-consciously she licked her lips. She wouldn't mind a taste of his salty, sweaty skin. He smelled so male, so masculine.
"I'll use Jack's en-suite. He won't mind." Jordan's gaze was suddenly intense with that same hungry look she had seen before. He moved in closer. His body was mere inches away from hers.
"Katie, sweetheart, don't look at me like that or I may not be able to help what happens next," Jordan said in a low husky tone which sent a shiver down her spine.
It made her belly constrict. Be brave, be brave. She chanted in her head. She sucked in a breath and reached up her hand to run over Jordan's stubble cheek. It felt so good to touch him. He closed his eyes briefly, his expression reverent as if savouring her touch.
"Maybe I want what happens next," she whispered softly. Oh god, did she really say that? It was out and she couldn't take it back. She didn't want to take it back. She
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