Page 130 of The Chance

With a toothy grin she accepts and nods. “Of course, Mac. Enjoy yourface liking.” Smirking, Birdie hands out our bags of takeout burgers and Jordan can’t pull away from the window fast enough.

“Thatis why,” he huffs.

I throw my hands up, though I’m snickering. “Birdie was nice, Tyro!”

“You gave her an autograph.” His lifted brow wings my way briefly as he makes our way through the lot and back out onto the street. “You know how much those things go for online?”

Shrugging, I dig around in the paper bag. “Even if she gets few hundred for it, I don’t care.”

“I don’t get it.” Jordan shakes his head. “Why?”

“Why not?” I mutter around a giant bite of cheeseburger. “Made her night at the least.”

Jordan blows out a breath that suggests he still doesn’t get it, but steals the carton of fries from my grip.

“You shouldn’t give away pieces of you for free.”

The words are a low rumble beneath his breath, so low that I question if I heard him right over the faint sound of the radio droning on.

And when I stare at his profile, waiting for him to repeat it for my response and all I get is that pink blush, I bite my lip to hold back my smile.

I could maybe get used to this.

Chapter Seventy-Seven

Jordan

“You hungry?”

Mac aims an unamused stare my way from beneath the mound of blankets and pillows.

“Dude, youjustfed me.”

Shifting my weight, I plant my hands on my hips and nod. “Right. Yeah.” I’m still nodding for no reason as I check off a list in my head of all the things he might need in the next few hours once I inevitably force myself to go home.

He needs rest. No stress. No exertion.

Which means my heart stays in this weird sense of limbo for the time being and he needs to go to sleep.

His checkup is in two weeks.I can wait another two weeks, right?

“Tyro, sit down.”

I shake my head and clear my throat.

“I should probably …” Trailing off, I walk back to his room and steal the charging cord from his nightstand for him to use in theliving room where I’ve set him up in front of the TV. “Marie’ll be here in the morning. Lugh is across the hall with Peach.”

The quirk of his brow is his only reply.

“Okay.” I blow out a breath. “I’m gonna—” I thumb over my shoulder in the direction of the exit which only makes his face do this weird scowl that I feel right through the center of my chest.

“Baby, sit the fuck down.”

Tingles.

It’s not the first time he’s used the term of endearment and every time he does, my chest warms over a little bit more. Those craters in my chest filling in inch by inch.

He’s alive and home and …

---