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think you are both underestimating Riordan,” warned Michael. “He’s not going to make one wrong move tonight unless you instigate it, Jordan. I know men, and he’s been waiting for you for a while now. He’s not gonna mess this opportunity up by being too hands-y or overt. You could probably wear a silk robe and a thong and he would wait for the verbal green light from you first.”
    “Really?” asked Jordan excitedly. That had been her fear all along—that at some point she would lose control over her own desire for Riordan and lead him to a physical place she wasn’t ready for. That was unfair to him.
    “Yes,” assured David. “Now come on, Diva Mommy, we need to leave before this dreamboat comes a-knockin’. Have a good night, Jay. Have fun and don’t overthink everything. Call us in the morning with the details.”
    David gave the black dress another thumbs up and left the bedroom, leaving the ladies alone.
    Audra came up behind Jordan, still holding the red blouse. “Sweetie, the man you are about to date spent ten years keeping tabs on me for Michael, he will be the Godfather of my first child, and has for all intents and purposes pledged allegiance to his best friends above his own life. I trust him with my life. Trust him with one evening to bring you some happiness and bit of romance.”
    Jordan smiled back at her friend, her eyes a little misty.
    “Thanks, Audie,” she said before squeaking out a surprised “Ow!” and rubbing her rear. “What did you do that for?”
    “Because I know you’re gonna wear that smokin’ LBD no matter what I say. Don’t come crying to me tomorrow when you get mauled in the elevator,” teased Audra. “Go get ’em, girl. This is your life. Don’t let the past dictate your future. I didn’t, and I’ve never been happier.”
    Jordan listened as her friends walked down the hall and exited her apartment. She breathed deeply and made the conscious decision to let the cards fall where they may tonight. If there was passion, she would enjoy it. If there was flirting, she would flirt like he was the last man on earth. She had one life, and today she was going to live it with no more fear.

Chapter Seven
     
     
    Riordan opened the passenger-side door to his Jaguar XF and inhaled the vanilla and jasmine that had been making him salivate for the past twenty minutes. Jordan looked like an alluring seductress in clinging black yet smelled like home and hearth. He knew he was smitten the minute Cameo came through his speakers and she was more than willing to belt out “Word Up” with him on the highway on their way to the restaurant. It was like the Jordan who had placed every obstacle she could in his path had decided to go on vacation and he was getting glimpses of the relaxed free spirit he’d only observed when she let loose with Audra or inside her store.
    With her heels on, she was almost eye level with him, and he was easily able to wrap his arm around her waist as they walked toward the restaurant entrance. As he ushered her through the door of Foster’s she slipped adroitly passed two exiting male patrons who proceeded to follow the sway of her hips as if entranced. When one of them stopped and turned to get a better view Riordan caught his eye, stating proudly, “No rubbernecking, gentlemen. She’s mine.” And let the heavy mahogany door close in his face.
    After being seated and ordering cocktails Jordan jumped into the interview process feet first.
    “So tell me about your family,” she asked. “I envision Mom, Dad, one sibling, and a dog. Am I close?”
    He chuckled and leaned back a little farther in his chair.
    “I’m going to give you the unvarnished truth about my family and it goes as such: poor, farming immigrants from Denmark, and my real surname is Jensen. After two generations in California my parents were finally able to purchase sixty acres of farmland, and that’s where I grew up. My sisters and I grew up picking oranges and lemons