Short of a few personal items, Jordan’s apartment was a replica of Chrissy’s, right down to the furniture placement, and it only took a few minutes of pondering for Ian to realize the units probably came furnished, as unhygienic as the idea felt to him. At least the interior of Jordan’s windows hadn’t suffered the same flagrant smoke-abuse that the previous set had; a fact that was surely more luck of previous tenants and wise choices by the current ones, then a diligence in cleanliness. Not if the rest of the apartment was an indication, anyway. While the space was generally tidy—no dirty dishes, no abandoned clothing—there was an undertone of odor and a visible layer of dust that suggested either no time, or no love for the process of housework.
He’d found the juice abandoned on the cof
