The three of them had talked long into the night about everything. Sam felt really pleased how Jordan had warmed up to Deb. They couldn't stop talking with each other and the stars in their eyes were unmistakable. It seemed to be a good sign and she prayed Ian had had a talk with Bryce. “Did Deb leave?” asked Jordan as he entered the kitchen. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” laughed Sam. “Yup. They left about an hour ago.” “If he so much as touches her, I'll kill him. You know, she's at his mercy on the yacht. She should never have accepted his offer.” Jordan opened the fridge and poured a glass of orange juice. “Jealous, are we?” asked Sam knowing better. “Smart ass,” sneered Jordan and sat down at the table. “What are you making me for breakfast?” “Nothing, after that remark.” Sam peered back down at her laptop. “Sorry. Just a little cranky. What are you working on?” Jordan moved his chair to get a better look. “Jett's email. Some pretty hot stuff. I don't think he'd like it if I showed you, though.”
