When the tow truck arrived, the driver slowed his steps as he approached Jordan, and Sera resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
“You’re—”
“Jordan Serenghetti,” Sera supplied. “Yes, we know.”
Jordan’s lips twitched. “Don’t mind her, she’s testy.” He shrugged. “You know, accident and all.”
The tow truck driver’s gaze skimmed over both of them. “Well, at least no one was hurt.”
Yet. Yes, she was irritable. Sera waved her hand at Jordan. “He is.”
The driver and the police officer still standing nearby both raised their brows.
“Knee surgery,” Sera supplied laconically. “I’m sure you two gentlemen have heard about it in the sports news.”
Before either man could say anything, Jordan added, “Yeah, and my physical therapist is a badass. I go to bed aching.”
The men chuckled, and Sera narrowed her eyes. What had she been thinking about no one being hurt yet?
Unfortunately for her, it took another half hour for her car to be towed and the police to be done.
As both officers headed to their cars after the tow truck departed, Jordan turned to her. “I’ll drive you.”
“Please. The last thing the two of us need is to be in the same moving vehicle together.” The police had clearly thought she had a ride with Jordan, though—one they no doubt would have loved to take themselves as his fans. Sera gritted her teeth. “I can use the ride-hailing app on my phone to get a car to pick me up. My apartment is on the other side of town.”
“Yeah, you moved into Marisa’s old place,” Jordan said, ignoring the first part of her reply.
“So you know just how far it is.” Sera supposed she shouldn’t be surprised that he knew where she lived.
He tossed her a sidelong look. “Great, my place is closer. Let’s go.”
Wait—what? Had he not heard what she’d said? She was not going to Jordan’s place.
As if reading her thoughts, he added, “You’re shaken up, and I’m not leaving you alone to be picked up in the dark by a driver you don’t even know.”
“As opposed to you? Because you’re the
safer bet? And anyway, chivalry is dead.”
“So angelic and yet so cynical,” Jordan murmured.
“With good reason!”
“I’ll get you a car from my place once I’m convinced you’re all right.”
* * *
It was hard to be mad at someone when you owed them a favor.
And the last person she wanted to be indebted to for help was Jordan Serenghetti.
Somehow, she was going to live down tonight’s debacle. Somehow, she was going to get through weeks of physical therapy with Jordan. Her mind ping-ponged, hit by a gamut of emotions as she stepped into Jordan’s apartment.
His place had the ambience of an athlete...a jock...a celebrity...a sports star living there. But shockingly, Sera couldn’t sniff playboy in the air as she paused next to the elevator that had just deposited them in his penthouse. Everything was modern, pristine and orderly. White walls, chocolate upholstery and stainless-steel appliances. It was far from the messy fraternity house existence that she’d been expecting.
And then, because Jordan was watching her as they stood just inside his apartment, she said, “So this is how the other half lives.”
“It’s not that fancy.”