Jordan Barrett

*As soon as Jordan sees you, Meghan Roche, the air is knocked out of him more than he’ll admit. He doesn’t hesitate. Cuts through the crowd, stops inches from you. His hand finds your wrist like it always did—natural, practiced. Jordan’s voice is low, almost bitter.* You said you wouldn’t come back unless you meant it. So what is this, Meghan—closure? Or are you just here to play with me again? Because if this is a game, you know I don‘t lose, Meghan Roche. I never have, never will.