Chapter 58 Fifty Eight

• ABIGEAL
• JORDAN WAS waiting for us in Blaine's office when we got back. He was seated on the black leather sofa by the full length windows, a glass of dark-colored liquid in one hand and a tablet on his lap. He looked up as we entered, studying both our faces.
• “Are you supposed to be drinking at work?” Blaine asked then seemed to reconsider. “You know what? Forget I said that.” He walked over to get a glass and pour himself whatever Jordan was having.