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hadn’t posted anything since Friday night. None of this was like him – he was always ready to celebrate, to boast about a win, rub it in the other team’s face.  He’d been so up and down, hot and cold since the season started that I was beginning to be more than a little bit concerned. And add to that, that interview with his father, and the press conference…
    Maybe I was thinking about it too hard, but something felt… off . And I would much rather be safe than sorry.
     

    Jordan had at least one massive, Cribs-worthy house that I knew of, but during the season, he had a condo that he called home. Luxury building, with security and a doorman, both of whom ruined what was supposed to be a “surprise” pop up.
    I damn near pulled a muscle trying not to vent my frustration with an impatient tap of my foot. But I knew from experience that sugar would get you into places that salt wouldn’t, so I kept a smile on my face and counted my blessings that the tight jeans and fitted Kings tee shirt I’d worn to the game showed off just enough body to lower guards.
    I was flirting my ass off with the doorman when the security guard got off his phone, informing me that I’d been approved to go up. He handed me a keycard for the elevator, instructing me to return it when I left, and ushered me down the hall, alone.
    In the elevator, I couldn’t stay still. I wasn’t sure why, but nervous energy coursed through me, and I wished I’d brought Presley along. Or hell, Nate. Or the security guard. Anything to not be alone with Jordan in his condo, which I’d never been to or seen before, unlike his house.
    Everyone had seen the huge, waterfront mansion that had made it on magazine covers and cable TV design shows, where people marveled over the – unnecessary – opulence. In a building like this, his condo was probably more of the same.
    The elevator chimed on the top floor, but the doors wouldn’t open until I used the card from security. I passed it over the scanner and the doors slid apart, opening into a foyer with polished hardwood floors and a gorgeous chandelier made of what had to be millions of tiny sticks of glass in blue, gold, and white.
    Holy shit, and this is just the hall.
    Shaking my head, I stepped out of the elevator and moved to the front door. I pushed the bell and waited… then waited some more… then waited a little bit longer before I pushed the button again. I hadn’t even moved my finger back yet when the door swung open and there he was, in nothing but sweats that hung – deliciously – low around his waist.
    “What?”
    I lifted an eyebrow at the borderline coldness of his greeting. His jaw was set in a harsh line, shoulders tense, eyes tired. Nothing like he usually was with me.
    “That’s all I get, Jordan? A dry ass what ?”
    His nostrils flared. “Tonight, yeah. That’s all I’ve got. What do you want?”
    “I’ve been calling you, and you’re not answering. I was—I mean, the team… was worried. You usually don’t miss an opportunity to drink and celebrate after a win.”
    “Wasn’t in the mood tonight,” he said simply, his hand resting on the door like he might close it in my face at any moment.
    I narrowed my eyes. “Do you have company or something right now? Somebody here with you?”
    Ugh.
    I hated the way that came out, like I cared if he had a woman there.
    Do I care if he has a woman in there?
    “What?” he asked, scowling. “Nah. Why does it matter?”
    “It doesn’t. Can I come in?”
    “For what?”
    “To talk.”
    “About what?”
    “Things.”
    “Such as?”
    “Jordan…”
    His face remained in a scowl for several seconds before he let out a low groan, then nodded, opening the door wide enough that I could get through. Inside, I took a quick look around, surprised by the simple, modern design. The open floor plan was cloaked mostly in greys, accented with white and dark royal blue. The hardwood floors from the hall continued into the condo,