“So you just got back yesterday?” I ask, hating the silence that springs between us.
“Yes, and I’ve been catching up on stuff… and jet lag.”
“I imagine this wasn’t anywhere near the stuff you were expecting to catch up on.”
He smiles. “No, but it is what it is. I’m glad you told me.”
“Are you married?” I ask, glancing at his hands to see that he’s not wearing a ring. Still, I know many doctors who don’t wear them so I still have to ask. “I mean, if you are, then this would really be complicated.”
“No, I’m not married. Are you?”
I shake my head. “No, I’m not.”
“No boyfriend,” I reply. “You?”
“Boyfriend? Unfortunately, no.”
Suddenly we laugh, the tension between us broken. I should have followed it up with the next obvious question but that’s when the cab stops right in front of my building, and ignoring my protests, Jordan pays the fare. I don’t wait for him to open the door for me, not when the doorman gets to it first, greeting me with a polite smile.
By the time we make it to my apartment on the sixth floor, I can’t help feeling my anxiety grow with each step. What will Jordan say when he sees Piper? How will he react? Should I let Marcia stay, just in case he turns out to be a serial killer? Is this even a good idea? Why didn’t I just ask to meet him at the park? Holy shit, but this is a terrible idea.