Page 37 of Second Chance for the Single Mom

Jordan raised an eyebrow at me. Giving me the final say in whether or not he stayed.

“We’d love to have you,” I said. “It’s the least I can do to thank you for driving us home.”

A big smile spread across Jordan’s face. “I do love lasagna.”

While Jordan washed up in the bathroom, I pulled Sara aside. “I want to make something very clear. Jordan is Bran’s baseball coach now. I shouldn’t get involved with him.”

“You mean more than you already have,” Sara teased.

I playfully slapped her arm. “He’s also Lucas’s best friend. And don’t youdarepoint out that it didn’t stop me from having a foursome with them.”

“But it didn’t,” she said.

“I have zero interest in Jordan Mayfield,” I reiterated. “This isn’t a date.”

Sara smiled mischievously. “But itcouldbe!”

I took Bran back to our apartment above the garage and got him all cleaned up for dinner. When we returned to the main house, Jordan and Sara were roaring with laughter.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“We were just talking about you,” Sara said.

I squinted suspiciously.

“We were talking about your bad habits,” Jordan explained while setting the table. “How you used to chew on your pens until the plastic was all mangled.”

“And how you nervously tap your foot while studying,” Sara added. “You still do that.”

“I do not!” I protested.

Sara gave me a level look. “Last week, you sat at this table with your laptop and tapped your foot forover an hourwhile writing up the listing for a new house. I had to put headphones on.”

“It was a difficult listing,” I complained. “And my work paid off. The house got three offers already.”

Sara opened the oven and started to bend over to retrieve the lasagna, which was difficult in her very-pregnant state. “Here, let me get that,” Jordan said, taking the oven mitts from my sister and edging her out of the way. He carried the glass pan across the kitchen and placed it on the table.

“I’ve seen you wear a lot of mitts today,” I said. “Between this and the catcher’s mitt…”

“I’m a man of many talents,” he said proudly. “Which seat is mine?”

Jordan took Harper’s usual spot at the four-person table, and I sat to his right. He had longer legs than Harper, and my feet brushed against his leg when I sat down.

“Sorry,” we both said at the same time. I felt my cheeks redden.

Across from me, Sara smiled knowingly.

The first half of the meal was spent talking about baseball. Bran bombarded Jordan with questions while Sara and I only listened.

As soon as there was a pause in the conversation though, Sara asked, “Did you end up joining the circus, Jordan?”

Jordan blinked. “Uh, the circus?”

“In our yearbook, you were voted most likely to run away to join the circus,” Sara explained. “But I’ve never seen a circus performer wear a tie.”

Jordan laughed at the memory. “Wow. I forgot all about that. Nope, I didn’t join the circus.”

“Whatdoyou do?” Sara prodded.

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