Chapter 17

“Remember? I said we were celebrating my freedom from Stuart and Jacobi and our going to church together. A kiddie cone doesn’t do that kind of celebration justice.”

The look Spenser gave Jordan made him wish he hadn’t mentioned the investment firm. “What? Did I say something wrong?”

“No…it’s nothing. I’m just being silly,” Spenser replied.

They picked up their sundaes, moved to a round, stone table under a striped umbrella, and sat down. Henrietta jumped up on the bench beside Spenser—eyeing his sundae hungrily.

“Tell me,” Jordan probed. “What’s bothering you?”

“Those two guys from where you worked we met at the restaurant…”

“What about them?” Jordan asked apprehensively.

“Nothing…well, to be honest, they’re pretty hot, and they seemed to know you pretty well for guys you said you barely knew.”