Free Finding Jordie: Things aren't always what they seem. (The Love Lies Bleeding Series Book 1) by HJ Harley Page B

steps, quietly listening to the faint bustle of the city. The back door to the bar flung open, the full weight of its metal slamming into the wall. I put my finger up to my lips to make sure he didn’t say anything. The last thing I needed at that point was those guys all up in my business.
    He nodded. Rachel appeared. She was bringing out the trash and cursing up a shit storm, I could only assume because Carlos hadn’t brought it out yet. Nathan and I laughed silently at her.
    She grabbed the handle to the door to close it and shouted, “Hi, Jordan, hello, Mister Sexaaaay,” not even glancing up at us as she slammed the door shut behind her. We both broke out in laughter.
    “Great, it’s going to be fifty fucking questions for me tomorrow.” I rolled my eyes. “Although, reliving this won’t be so painful.”
    I leaned over and gave him a quick smooch. I could see the corners of his eyes crinkle. He was smiling.
    “Okay, I need a shower.” I stood up, pulling the back of my t-shirt down.
    “That eager to wash me off of you?” He swatted my behind, trying to sound wounded as we climbed back inside the window.
    “Nope, I’m that eager to get you all over me some more.” I grinned as he followed me into the bathroom. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature.
    “Arms up.” He grabbed my shirt at the bottom again and pulled it over my head. “You are so amazing,” he whispered as he ran his eyes up and down over my body while I squirmed.
    “Are you blushing?” he teased.
    “I guess. I don’t know. I’m not good with compliments,” I admitted.
    “Another thing you’ll have to get used to, Ms.—” He stopped. “Wait, what is your last name?” He laughed.
    “Spagnato, Jordan Marie Spagnato.” I remembered how he’d told me his full name, so I did the same.
    “Jordan. I wondered if Jordie was short for something or if that was your actual name.”
    “It seems I have a lot to get used to,” I said as he guided me into the shower. The glass was fogged up and steam was filling the bathroom as we stepped in.
    “Yes, I’m afraid so.” His eyebrows furrowed as he looked past me at the wall.
    “What is it? Look at me, please.” I squinted through the water running down my face.
    His eyes met mine. “It’s nothing.” He smiled, not my smile, but a smile.
    I grabbed the soap and lathered my hands. “Time to get clean.” I smirked, attempting to change the subject. It was obviously a mood changer for him.
    He pulled me closer to him and I could feel him against my hip.
    I peered up flirtatiously. “Really?” My tone screamed, “ready and willing.”
    “I don’t think we’re dirty enough.” He smiled and backed me up against the glass shower wall and leaned in harder as his lips met mine. We were lost once again.

EMMA’S ALARM BUZZING MADE me jump up to look at the clock. “Fuck!”
    Nathan was asleep next to me. Shit, we fell asleep talking. I threw on a shirt from the floor and grabbed the note Nathan left me off the dresser. I flipped it over.
    “Pen, pen, pen, pen,” I muttered as I searched for one. Crap. Okay, marker.
    Nathan Miles Harper , I wrote. If you wake up before I get back from taking Emma to school, don’t leave; I’ll be back shortly. Coffee is made. Jordie.
    I pulled a pair of jeans out of my closet and put on my black Uggs. I quietly went in the bathroom, yanked the brush through my hair—it screamed, “just fucked”—and brushed my teeth really quickly. I checked out the scab on my lip and I stopped and stared at myself in the mirror.
    “You didn’t do anything wrong,” I reassured my reflection in the mirror before turning off the light. I checked my black sweater jacket to make sure my cigs and lighter were still in the pocket, removed it from the back of the chair, and headed downstairs with it.
    Emma was already in the dining area eating cereal. “Good morning.” She was overly enthusiastic. In fact, any more enthusiasm and it would’ve been