The name was a barb, a sharp shot of pain that almost instantly settled into a bitter ache. The blue of Jordan's eyes grew icy cold.
"No," she replied, and pressed her mouth into a line as she turned and strode briskly inside without further comment. He'd want to know about Daisy—Of course he'd want to know about Daisy—but the entire affair had become a bore long before it had become deadly, and Jordan was well sick of it.
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Date: 2013-12-04 04:30 pm (UTC)"No," she replied, and pressed her mouth into a line as she turned and strode briskly inside without further comment. He'd want to know about Daisy—Of course he'd want to know about Daisy—but the entire affair had become a bore long before it had become deadly, and Jordan was well sick of it.