Jordan loaded up a tray for one of the waitresses and smiled to signal that
it was ready to go. Then she set out a bottle of beer and a glass of wine
for the couple in front of her.
"Enjoy," she said before she looked to the corner. Max and Jesse were still at the table. Jesse was playing with her fries but Max had finished his dinner and was drawing on his napkin.
A smile crossed her face along with the quick prayer that an artistic streak was the only thing her son had inherited from his grandmother.
"Trying to freeze them in time?" A voice asked.
Jordan turned her head. "Hi Eddy," she smiled a little. "Usual?"
"Yes, please," Captain Eddy Winslow took a seat. "So, how are ya?"
"I'm okay. Didn't expect you in tonight."
"Thought I'd see how you were, considering."
"Is this about Woody or Dad?"
"Well, your dad actually but since you brought it up-"
"I'm fine. Woody doesn't matter to me anymore. I couldn't care less that he's back in Boston. I wish him all the best."
"As long as you don't have to see, talk, or think about him."
"Exactly," Jordan set down a beer and smiled. "Food?"
"No, thanks. Jordan, you're gonna run into him."
"Well, I think, at the very least, I'm safe here. He's smart enough not to come here. I hope," Jordan frowned at the door, as if daring Woody to come waltzing through it.
"He was still working when I left. I think you're safe," Eddy told her.
"Good," Jordan nodded. "Uh, lemme ask you something."
"Shoot."
Jordan leaned in close and quietly said, "Has there been any talk about me and the kids down at the station?"
"None that I've heard. I'll keep my ears open if you'd like."
"Could you? I'd appreciate it."
Eddy smiled, "Sure Jordan. No problem."
Jordan smiled back and straightened up.
"Now, about the other thing that brought me down here."
"You never quit do you?"
"I'm a cop. It's ingrained in us to never surrender."
"It's ingrained in the offspring of cops too. But, since you're asking, I'm okay. I miss him and," Jordan looked to her kids, "I wish they had better memories of him but I'm okay."
Eddy took one of her hands in his, "I miss him too."
Jordan smiled, "I know."
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Woody stopped before he opened the door and peered into the bar. He quickly located Jordan. She was behind the counter and she was smiling. Woody smiled a little himself. He'd almost forgotten how gorgeous she was when a smile lit her face.
Almost.
He was about to enter when he noticed the person she was smiling at. It was Eddy Winslow and if he wasn't mistaken, Jordan was holding Eddy's hand.
He looked again, harder this time.
He wasn't wrong.
He turned around and walked back up the stairs. He got into his car and just sat there.
He was being stupid.
So, he was holding Jordan's hand. He was welcome to her. He was welcome to all the neuroses and obsessions that came with Jordan Elizabeth Cavanaugh.
Woody bit back a grin. Eddy Winslow wouldn't last two weeks if the man allowed himself to be sucked into Jordan's world.
He'd drive himself crazy listening to all the conspiracy theories and tangents Jordan liked to cook up.
Woody leaned his head back. Thinking about this had inevitably led to the better parts of Jordan. The way she danced, her smile, and, most of all, what it felt like to wake up with her next to him.
Yeah that Eddy Winslow was one lucky son of a bitch.
"Enjoy," she said before she looked to the corner. Max and Jesse were still at the table. Jesse was playing with her fries but Max had finished his dinner and was drawing on his napkin.
A smile crossed her face along with the quick prayer that an artistic streak was the only thing her son had inherited from his grandmother.
"Trying to freeze them in time?" A voice asked.
Jordan turned her head. "Hi Eddy," she smiled a little. "Usual?"
"Yes, please," Captain Eddy Winslow took a seat. "So, how are ya?"
"I'm okay. Didn't expect you in tonight."
"Thought I'd see how you were, considering."
"Is this about Woody or Dad?"
"Well, your dad actually but since you brought it up-"
"I'm fine. Woody doesn't matter to me anymore. I couldn't care less that he's back in Boston. I wish him all the best."
"As long as you don't have to see, talk, or think about him."
"Exactly," Jordan set down a beer and smiled. "Food?"
"No, thanks. Jordan, you're gonna run into him."
"Well, I think, at the very least, I'm safe here. He's smart enough not to come here. I hope," Jordan frowned at the door, as if daring Woody to come waltzing through it.
"He was still working when I left. I think you're safe," Eddy told her.
"Good," Jordan nodded. "Uh, lemme ask you something."
"Shoot."
Jordan leaned in close and quietly said, "Has there been any talk about me and the kids down at the station?"
"None that I've heard. I'll keep my ears open if you'd like."
"Could you? I'd appreciate it."
Eddy smiled, "Sure Jordan. No problem."
Jordan smiled back and straightened up.
"Now, about the other thing that brought me down here."
"You never quit do you?"
"I'm a cop. It's ingrained in us to never surrender."
"It's ingrained in the offspring of cops too. But, since you're asking, I'm okay. I miss him and," Jordan looked to her kids, "I wish they had better memories of him but I'm okay."
Eddy took one of her hands in his, "I miss him too."
Jordan smiled, "I know."
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Woody stopped before he opened the door and peered into the bar. He quickly located Jordan. She was behind the counter and she was smiling. Woody smiled a little himself. He'd almost forgotten how gorgeous she was when a smile lit her face.
Almost.
He was about to enter when he noticed the person she was smiling at. It was Eddy Winslow and if he wasn't mistaken, Jordan was holding Eddy's hand.
He looked again, harder this time.
He wasn't wrong.
He turned around and walked back up the stairs. He got into his car and just sat there.
He was being stupid.
So, he was holding Jordan's hand. He was welcome to her. He was welcome to all the neuroses and obsessions that came with Jordan Elizabeth Cavanaugh.
Woody bit back a grin. Eddy Winslow wouldn't last two weeks if the man allowed himself to be sucked into Jordan's world.
He'd drive himself crazy listening to all the conspiracy theories and tangents Jordan liked to cook up.
Woody leaned his head back. Thinking about this had inevitably led to the better parts of Jordan. The way she danced, her smile, and, most of all, what it felt like to wake up with her next to him.
Yeah that Eddy Winslow was one lucky son of a bitch.