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often after I moved out. We would enjoy a delicious meal right out of the oven, one that Mom spent hours on, cooking from scratch. And you better believe her food was above and beyond anything you could buy in a restaurant, and she made every crumb with love.
    The past few dates I’ve been on were spent in an expensive, trendy new joint where the food cost three times what it’s worth, and my date holds her fork in one hand and her phone in the other.
    If I could find the person who invented cell phones I would probably crack one upside his head. Yes, they make things convenient, and I approve of everyone having one in case of an emergency. But how did we go from using one to call people, to having it in our hands all day and night because we don’t want to miss a Facebook post or a tweet? And why do we really need to know what our friends and family are doing every second? How about back in the day when we used to call each other and have an actual discussion about what we’re up to, instead of posting it online for the world to see when only a handful of people actually give a shit ?
    So, yeah, maybe I’m old fashioned, but I miss sitting down with my family for a meal and eating across from people who actually want to be there, without all the electronic devices constantly in their faces.
    Now, I’ll step off my soapbox and, ironically enough, eat whatever might be edible on my plate while I keep checking my phone until Caleb’s friend comes through with the information he obtained from the technology I just bitched about.

Chapter Three
    Maggie Frasier
    I’ve just put Camden down to sleep when there’s a knock on the door. If the solicitors or whoever the hell it is wake him up, I will go apeshit on them.
    Getting back up from where my exhausted body just sacked out momentarily on the couch, I go check the peephole. If it’s those religious nuts again, I’m gonna teach them a few new swear words to put in the little book they tote around.
    Standing on my bare tiptoes, I put my eye up to the tiny hole and almost piss myself.
    Jordan Young .
    How the heck did he find me?
    “I see your shadow, Maggie. Let me in,” he says with his thick arms crossed over his broad chest. His short, caramel hair is messy, like his hands have recently been in it, and he’s wearing sexy, aviator glasses, tipping them up on the bridge with one finger so that he can see the bottom of my apartment door.
    I turn the deadbolt and undo the chain to open up since he knows I'm here and he’s obviously not leaving.
    “This place is a dump,” are the first words he says when we’re face-to-face. They complement his wrinkled nose and the look of disgust on his handsome face. Awesome.
    “What do you want, Jordan?” I ask, trying to stay hidden behind the door.
    “Ha!” he barks out a sarcastic laugh before yanking off his sunglasses and storming past me into my apartment, even though I didn’t invite him in. Guess I can safely assume he's not a vampire. And now I’m certain that I’ve read one too many paranormal romances.
    “You know exactly what I want. I want answers!” he exclaims.
    After closing the door, I turn around to follow the oldest brother of my first love into the apartment. I’ve never really noticed a man’s backside before, but Jordan’s is…nice. With golden tanned skin, his gray Wildcats tee stretches tightly over his broad, muscular shoulders, and his waist narrows just before his jeans that are snug in all the right places accentuate his very nice ass. He’s like a giant, walking, talking book boyfriend. Yes, I’m a huge, dorky bookworm.
    When you’re poor, the public library is like how Disneyland is to kids. I can throw myself into a book and get away from my shitty life, even if it’s only for a few minutes or hours. The best part, it doesn’t cost me a penny just as long as I get the book back to the library within two weeks.
    “Pack your shit,” Jordan snaps, spinning around to face me.
    Since