Chapter 9
Jordan waited for the elevator to open and then unlocked the door to his condo.
Martha walked beside him, but his grandfather always said to ensure a happy marriage then he should carry his bride over the threshold.
And the only two people he ever knew who were happy and completely in love had been his grandparents.
So without explaining, he reached over and scooped Martha into his arms and carried her over the threshold. She didn’t object, and he let her down gently on the custom bamboo floor. He smiled at her, drinking in her fresh beauty. “Glad we’re finally home.”
“Me too.” She hugged her waist, as if nervous—even her cheeks seemed pinched. “We need to talk.”
Maybe she hadn’t liked him carrying her over the threshold. He’d promised this was temporary, so an action like
