He was surprised Beckett had left him. Well, probably not actually left him. It was Beckett’s house, after all. But Jordan fully expected, after the affection Beckett had shown, that he would still be cuddled up against him—most likely ready and willing for round four. Jordan had been looking forward to it.
Instead he was just looking forward to getting dressed and out of the house as fast as possible.
He gathered his clothes from where they’d landed the night before and then went to the bathroom to clean up. He grabbed the first T-shirt he found, and when he pulled it on, it smelled like Beckett. Whatever. A shirt was a shirt, and he would have to remember to grab his from the processing barn before he headed out. Then he realized he didn’t have his underwear, but rather than go back to the bedroom to search for it, he just pulled on his jeans. Beckett could have the boxers. He just wanted to get gone.