Page 26 of Second Chance for the Single Mom

“I don’t have Jordan’s number,” I replied.

“Then get it from Lucas.”

“No!” I blurted out. “I don’t want to open up communications with Lucas. We blew off steam last week, and that’s the end of that.”

She gave me a judgmental look, but thankfully didn’t say anything else.

“What do you want?” Sara asked. “To stay single forever?”

“I don’t want to get involved with my ex-boyfriend’s best friend,” I said bluntly. “Well. Beyond how we already hooked up in a foursome.”

Sara narrowed her eyes at me. “Even if you’re missing out on something special?”

I couldn’t help but scoff. “That would make for an embarrassing story. How did you two meet? Oh, well we knew each other in high school, but we reconnected at a gangbang!”

Sara had to cover her mouth from laughing.

“It was already awkward between us at the baseball field,” I said. “I don’t need to relive that.”

“What if it’s the universe trying to push you two together?” Sara asked.

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. If I randomly bump into Jordan Mayfield again, I’ll consider the possibility that it’s a sign from the all-knowing universe.”

“Good,” Sara said, stifling a grin. “Because he just pulled up.”

I whipped my head toward the street, where a blue GMC Sierra truck was parked.

And sure enough, Jordan had gotten out of the driver’s side and was grinning up at us.

15

Haley

“What did you do!” I hissed at my sister.

“Nothing!” she insisted. “He literally just parked while we were talking.”

“You must have invited him!”

“I swear to God I didn’t.” She held up both palms.

“COACH JORDY!” Bran squealed.

“Hey there, kiddo,” Jordan said, letting himself into the fence.

“Did you come to teach me how to play?” Bran asked.

“Actually,” Jordan said, turning his piercing blue gaze on me, “I’m here to see your mom.”

“How did you find out where I live?” I asked.

“Phone book,” Jordan replied while approaching the porch. He stopped at the base of the steps. “Sara, right?”

Sara glared at him. “You hit me with a snowball when I was in ninth grade. In theface. The bruise lasted a week. It ruined class photo day.”

Jordan grimaced and scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, that sounds like something I would’ve done. Would you accept an apology, or is seven years too late?”

“Eight years would have been too late,” she said, standing. “Seven is just in time. I’ll leave you two to talk alone.”

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