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“Certainly,” he said.
“I’m constantly thinking I’m wrong for feeling as if I’m drowning.” Selena shook her head. “Maybe I should see a therapist or something.”
“I know someone who could help.”
Selena held her eyes on him. “A therapist?”
Jordan nodded. “She’s a gem.”
“Have you ever been in therapy before?”
Jordan became quiet as his thoughts shuffled.
“Yes.” He squeezed her hand lightly. “It was a long time ago when I couldn’t cope with my mother’s absence.”
That was putting it mildly, Selena thought. The first time she’d heard about Jordan’s mom being killed in a home invasion, Selena was shocked. Who would do such a thing and why? The worst part about it all was everyone was home at the time of the murder except for Jordan’s father. Christopher Lee Rose had been at work, and Selena was sure he most likely felt most of the blame. But Jordan and his brothers were kids, and his sisters merely newborns. It was a blessing the intruders left them alive with the brutal way his mother was shot down.
This time, Selena squeezed Jordan’s hand. They had more in common than she knew, no matter how opposite their personalities were.
“Home sweet home,” Jordan sang.
Selena took her gaze from his handsome face to the high-rise industrial loft, and her eyes bulged. Since they’d been dating, Selena had never gone to his home because they were both always on the go; Jordan more so than Selena.
“Wow, this is all you?” Selena inquired.
“Yeah, it’s pretty swanky,” he said.
“I bet. I’m ready to call it home already,” she joked.
Jordan kept his eyes on Selena. “No takebacks.”