Angie’s voice was edgy, her manner clearly distrustful. Maybe she thought he was out to seduce her. That hadn’t been Jordan’s intent. He’d only hoped to put her at ease, maybe relax her enough for a civil conversation that wouldn’t end in her storming off to her room. But seeing her like this, with damp curls framing her face and that pink shirt clinging to her skin, was putting all the wrong ideas into his head. Time to defuse the tension. “Should I have made margaritas?” he joked. “I can, you know. Just ask.” “I’ll pass, thanks. This is an amazing hot tub. I don’t remember it from before.” Before, meaning when she was here with Justin. “I had it built for my mother, to help her arthritis.” And his mother hadn’t used it even once, Jordan recalled. She’d moved out soon after it was finished. “How was Lucas after the ride?”
