Meredith was sitting so close that Jordan could smell the conditioner she had used that morning. The scent stuck in his nose like cotton. He loved that smell. It reminded him of when he was a child and his mother would hold him after a nightmare, caressing his face and rocking him back to sleep.

Her leg pressed against his, the contact sending electrical pulses throughout his midsection. Her breast rested on his arm as she leaned over him, studying the pictures in the photography book that Jordan was grasping. He wondered if she even noticed that it was there.