CHAPTER 38

  Emerald didn't know she had been staring as the man had been typing away on his phone, completely ignoring her presence until a ping came from her phone, which successfully interrupted her heated gaze as it bore into the man before her. She couldn't be more grateful as she pulled out her phone to see a text from Logan.

  'Eme poo,' said the text, earning an eye roll from Emerald yet a small grin spread across her face.

  Jordan had been scrolling through his phone, acting as though the woman seated before him was non-existent but he was only deceiving himself. Their table was comfortably quiet, she hadn't made a teensy sound since their awkward pleasantries yet that didn't stop the sexual tension that surrounded them from thickening even further.