Heat rushed to Wendy’s cheeks. “Jordan,” she hissed. She felt silly and embarrassed under Jordan’s not-so-subtle interest.

Jordan’s smirk only grew, but she kept her thoughts to herself. However, when she spoke again, her tone shifted. “My dad told me he saw you in town earlier,” she said, drawing her attention away from Peter to look at Wendy. A delicate crease appeared between her manicured eyebrows.

Wendy knew—without Jordan outright saying so—that meant Mr. Arroyo had either seen her going into, or coming out of, the police department. “I tried to go by your house before work, but no one answered. I also tried texting you, like, a million times,” she added, her smile beginning to fade.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” Wendy mumbled. Normally, Jordan would have been the first person she ran to, especially about something as major as being called to the police station. Wendy didn’t blame her for being suspicious or worried, or whatever she was right now. “I meant to text you back, but I’ve been kind of … distracted.” It wasn’t like Wendy, and she owed Jordan more than that.

Jordan quirked an eyebrow. “I can see that,” she said. More heat flooded Wendy’s face. Luckily for Wendy, Jordan glanced at her watch. “Ugh, I have to get to work,” she grumbled.

“Yeah, we were about to leave, too,” Wendy said, taking the out.

Jordan fixed her with a stern look. “Now, you.” Jordan took a step closer and dropped her voice to a quieter tone. “Will you please call me later? Or stop by? I’m off at five o’clock,” she said, eyes searching Wendy’s—for what, Wendy wasn’t sure.

She could feel Peter watching her, too.

Wendy nodded. “Yeah, of course,” she said, her voice small. She knew Jordan was worried about her. She had been so distracted by Peter and everything else she had suddenly found herself thrown into, that she was forgetting about the person who was always there for her.

Jordan gave a curt nod. “Good.” She tugged on Tyler’s arm, breaking him from the trance of his iPhone. “It was nice to meet you, Barry!”

Peter continued to scratch behind Bucky’s ears, murmuring happily to the dog.

Wendy nudged him with the toe of her shoe. “Barry.”

“Oh yeah,” he said, glancing up to flash Jordan a smile. “Nice to meet you, too.” Bucky climbed out of Peter’s lap and waddled off after Jordan and Tyler. Peter stood, let out a wistful sigh, and gave a small wave. “Bye, Bucky.”

Jordan waved at them over her shoulder. “Later, Wendy Lou Who!” she sang before disappearing around the building.

Wendy rolled her eyes. It was a terrible nickname Jordan had picked up, in reference to Wendy’s least favorite live-action Christmas movie.

Peter was grinning at her.

“What?” Wendy asked.

“Later, Wendy Lou Who!” Peter said, imitating what Jordan had said, except in Jordan’s voice.