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“I thought about it.”
“Think about…wait, what?”
“And I took a temporary job in Georgia.”
“Is this with your college friends?” Mark asked.
“Not with them.” She filled him in on her job with the congresswoman.
“Well, pluck my feathers and call me a chicken.” Mark’s lower lip stuck out in an exaggerated pout. “You took on a job without me?”
“If it expands to anything bigger, you’ll be my first call.”
He turned ghost white. “Move out of New England? Not likely. Besides, you’ll be back here soon enough.”
He gave her a quick hug. “May you have an easy fast.”
“Thanks.”
Mark exited the building, leaving her in silent solitude. She stared at the walls of the business she had worked so hard to build. She clenched her fists, and her wrist throbbed painfully inside the constraints of its brace.
Her phone beeped.
I’ll be waiting.
Chapter 12
Jordan was home in time as promised, showering off the sweat of the day and eating a light dinner with her family before attendingKol Nidre. The next morning passed in prayer at the temple while she asked for forgiveness for her sins of the past year and promised to do better. The afternoon was spent catching up with her parents and Nate while ignoring her growling stomach until it was sunset and time to break the fast.
After dinner, Jordan raced Nate to the game room like they used to do every night when they all had lived at home. Usually it was for control of the TV. This time it was just for fun.
She won, but tossed him the remote anyway.
“Why aren’t you staying at your apartment?” Nate brushed his too-long hair out of his eyes and plunked his butt on the frieze carpet.
“Sublet for the next couple of months.” Jordan plopped herself on the comfortable sofa and tucked her feet under her.
“Mom had a whole list of single men to invite over, but I managed to talk her out of it.” He picked up his game controller and turned on the TV.
“Only single men?”
He grinned at her over his shoulder. “Maybe my motives weren’t entirely altruistic.”
Jordan’s phone vibrated and she took it out, hoping for a text from Josh. Instead, it was another notification that Micah had added a photo to an online album. “I should turn this off,” she muttered.
“Not what you expected?”
“Micah’s going scrapbook crazy,” Jordan told him.
Nate’s elbows flailed around as if the maneuver would help his game. “Yeah, we were asked to be in the Hartford SocialScene’s forty-under-forty edition. You know, that old hey, he’s got a million dollars, let’s put his face in a magazine thing. He’s going through our old pictures from when we created our first app.”
“Well, that sounds exciting.” Jordan fought down the tiny nag of jealousy. Her twin brothers had worked hard to get where they were and she was proud of them.
“Personally, I think they asked both of us to save column space. Two for the price of one.” His fingers worked overtime on the controllers.
“The downfall of being a twin.”
Loud, dismal music filled the room, indicated something bad with the game. “Well, crap.”
