Her Christmas Wish
He bumped her shoulder affectionately, the gesture familiar but not possessive, casual in a way that suggested comfort rather than claim.
Jordan straightened without meaning to, instinct kicking in as the man turned toward him. He reminded himself—again—to stay calm.
“Hi,” Jordan said, extending his hand. “I’m Jordan Hall.”
The man took it with an easy nod. “Jamal,” he replied. “I recognize you from ESPN. You look taller in person.”
Jordan gave a brief, polite smile, unsure how to take the comment. Compliment? Observation? Mild intimidation? He nodded all the same, keeping his expression neutral.
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