He cut the engine of his car and leaned back. Had his brother asked him here to bury the hatchet? When he had spoken to Malcolm over the phone, he could tell that Malcolm had been drinking. Definitely not a good sign. What if his brother had seen him with Christian again? He hoped not. It was one thing to be caught with her once, but twice?True, their last meeting was innocent enough, but his brother was nothing if not a hothead. Well, Jordan didn’t have to worry about any more chance meetings with Christian. By tomorrow, she’d be on her way to Texas and out of his and Malcolm’s lives.It was good thing, too. Had it been up to Jordan, he didn’t think he had the willpower to stay away from her, regardless of the unwritten rule of not dating your brother’s ex-fiancée.“Well, let’s get this over with,” Jordan mumbled, getting out of the car.No sooner had he turned the corner to the side entrance, than the door burst open and two bodies were hurled into the parking lot.Jordan jumped back, then sprang into action at the sight of Malcolm and some giant scuffling.
