Jordan Klee Sentence Novels & Stories

It sticks to my wet feet in an instant. What is Jordan doing right now? I slip my hand into the pocket of my slacks and touch my phone. I could call him. . TBC

“Last time I saw you, you were just—well, no, I’m not going to do that to you.” “I was a baby then,” Jordan said with a shrug. He was a handsome child, and his voice was cultured with a charming hint of a Castilian accent. “Are Grace and Chloe here? Aunt Ella said I could meet them.” I smiled in surprise. That was nice to hear. “Yes, they’re in their government class, I believe.” “With the cupcakes?” he asked with excitement in his blue eyes. I laughed. “I’ll take him if you like,” Sarah said to Ella. “You and Zane can catch up a bit.”

I answered his question. “I must say this party is lit, you did a nice job Jordan” Kim commented. “Thanks kim, you know life is Yolo so you got to live it to the fullest” that's the typical Jordan so carefree and happy he is the life of the party. (Yolo– you only live once)

"Which one?" "Either." "Maybe." He sighs and shakes his head. "Don't let it get to you, Kel. You're amazing. That's all you need to know." I grace him with another smile and pat his knee. "Thank you." "Hey!" Liam jogs over without his jacket on and looks at my hand on Jordan's knee. Jordan's cheek turn an embarrassing shade of pink and he taps the table and stands up. "I'll go. See you later." I nod at him and watch him maneuver around everyone until he's back with his family across the room. I take a sip of my fruity drink and then look back at Liam.

"Okay. Club it is then. Maybe just give me a sec to get changed." "Okay sure." He said. I nodded and headed up the stairs to my room. •••• ANDRE After Cleo left, I plopped on a sofa and dialled a number on my phone. It rang for a while before it was answered. "Hello. Jordan Hill speaking." I rolled my eyes. "Stop joking Jay. I'm calling you for serious business." "Okay. What's up?" "Guess what just happened?"

Jordan is a perfect gentleman. He opened the car door for me and gave me his phone to play music. He turns it down so we can still hear it but low enough to still be able to talk. The first few minutes were a little awkward and I regretted taking off my ring. It was stupid to feel like I couldn't wear it; it's not like Kane was my boyfriend. It's not a long drive to the theater so we just make some small talk about classes and summer plans. Jordan is taking a trip to Europe this summer; way cooler than spending two weeks at a cabin with two idiots. Thank god Lydia is coming.

“The great Jordan, trapped in a hospital bed. Weak, vulnerable.” Lorenzo’s lips curled. “And yet, he’s still alive.” Carlos met his gaze, amusement flashing in his eyes. “Not for long.” Lorenzo leaned in, the low rumble of his voice steady. “Then let’s do what someone else couldn’t do.” Carlos laughed and lifted his glass again. “Patience, my friend. Jordan Steele is a man with a death sentence. And when the time comes…” He let the thought hang in the air, the implication weighty.

Jordan explains. "He was killed in a car accident. He was on his way to the hospital when I was giving birth to Sarah when someone ran a stoplight." My heart breaks for her. "Bobby is downstairs waiting for you. He'll escort you home and then stay at the hotel with you and your kids. I hope this won't be for long, but we need something concrete before we go after Gregory." Jordan tells her. "Thank you. I promise I'll make it up to you." Courtney says as she prepares to walk out of the room. Dakota stops her.

I'm not even sure if my scalp reaches his lips. “Then keywords coming right up,” he lowers his voice, “Hot and wet…and frustrating at the same time.” I almost smile, comprehending what he means. “Nothing comes to mind,” I lie. “Nevermind.” He sighs. He turns around and moves some distance from me. I open the fridge and puts it back inside. “You better get dressed already, Keila. You wouldn't want to look odd under such a bright Saturday inside that fabric,” Jordan says. I swing around and shot a confuse stare at him.

I don’t think I can concentrate anyway. “I don’t think it has a touch screen,” Jordan says and turns the laptop to face him. “You have to use the mouse,” he states as he shows me how to open the program I need. “Thank you,” I respond, as I take the laptop from him. He stands. “I was wondering if I could stay in the pack, at least until Caleb returns. To make sure nothing happens to you.” “What about the Crescent Moon Pack?” I wonder. Not that I need Jordan’s protection.