“No. I was playing a part. I was picturing Jordan from Copper the entire time.” He growls out a noise. Ire-tinged exasperation. But it’s quickly replaced by an arrogant smirk. “Too bad you won’t be able to see him anymore.” I narrow my eyes. “You didn’t hear? Jordan was dispatched on a last-minute assignment. Headed for Red Post. Who knows when he’ll return. The post could last months. Years, even.” My jaw drops. “You sent him away?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because he touched you this morning.”
