My phone rang again and I groaned as I took it out of my pocket. It was Michael. Knowing it was more than likely work-related—if it was conversational, he’d text me first—I really should have answered his call, but Jordan was right there in front of me and kind of freaking out, so I let it go to voicemail.

“Please don’t go,” I said. “Can we talk about what’s wrong? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He licked his lips and he was about to say something when my phone rang again. I considered throwing it across the room, but three calls back-to-back from Michael meant it was something important.

“I’m sorry, I have to take this,” I said, hitting Answer.

Jordan nodded. But the way he bit his lip and shoved his hands in the back pocket of his jeans told me he was on edge. He stopped closer to the door.

“Hennessy,” Michael said in my ear.

“Michael, what’s up?” I said, not taking my eyes from Jordan. “Please don’t go,” I whispered to him.

“Everything okay?”

“Um, now’s not a good time.”

“Oh, man, I’m sorry to interrupt,” Michael continued. “But it’s Rob. He just got home to find his place ransacked. They took his laptops.”

My heart sank and I sighed. “Fuck. You at the office?”

“On my way as we speak.”

“I’ll be there in fifteen,” I said and disconnected the call. Jordan had got the gist of the phone call, but I needed to explain. “That account I was hoping to wrap up this week? Well, there’s just been a massive security breach. I have to go.”

He nodded quickly. “Yeah, that’s fine. It’s probably for the best. I really should be going anyway. I can see myself out.”

He had to step around me to get to the door, so I grabbed his arm. “Jordan.” He looked at me and there was a look of resignation on his face. “What just happened? What did I do wrong?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then talk to me.”

“I had a great night. The best, really. But I think I need some time… And I don’t think I can be what you need, or something. I don’t even know.”

“What does that mean?”

He shook his head, pulled his arm away, and took a step to the door. “I should let you go. You have to go anyway.”

“I’ll have the taxi drop you off. On my way to the city,” I tried, thinking it would give us time to talk in the car.

“My place isn’t on the way. It’s the opposite direction,” he said. “It’s fine, I can get home. No big deal.”

“Jordan…” I shook my head, not knowing how to fix this.