Chapter 3
Martha took her phone out the second the professor left the classroom. No message from Jordan. She picked up her backpack and put it on, paying no attention to her surroundings. Usually the humidity in the outside hall jarred her skin after the cold air-conditioned classroom, but today, she didn’t notice. She typed into her phone, Class ended early Jordan. I’ll wait in my dorm room for you.
She saw the dots that meant he was already typing a response. Had he been waiting for her? Martha walked onto the path that led back to the dorm. Her pulse spiked until she finally received the message and read, Be there in 20 minutes. I’ve had your room at the condo completely redone.
Hopefully that meant new sheets, but it didn’t matter—clean was just fine with her. She smiled into the st
