Scandalous/ A Jordan Knight FanFic (18+)✔️

Epilogue

Mia

Four Months Later

I thought being back in Florida would feel great, but so far, all I've done is look over my shoulder. But Jordan insisted we fly down and enjoy some of the sunshine before the hockey season started up again in a month. Mostly, I think he wants to show me that just because we have been living in Boston for four months doesn't mean we can't come back and visit my hometown whenever we want, especially since my family is still here.

But trips to Florida aren't something I need anymore. My parents have been to our new place. They more than approve of Jordan and our relationship, and Dad even likes talking sports with him. That was something he never had the chance to do with Cannon. But, no matter how often I see them or don't see them, we always pick up right where we left off. And, when they invited us to town, Jordan jumped on the opportunity.

I, on the other hand, am cautiously optimistic. A day at the beach is never just a day at the beach in this town.

"Baby, did you put enough lotion on?"

I glance at my shoulders, noticing how pink they are already. Did I even put lotion on?

Jordan stands up and rubs some into my skin. It is cold and makes me jump, but I love that he even thought to ask.

"Thank you," I tell him.

My head's been all over the place since we got here. I've scoured every inch of the sand and water, looking for them—Evelyn and Cannon. The house I lived in with Cannon is in walking distance, and we're not far from the water sports business Evelyn's family owned. But, since she sold it, I don't expect to cross paths with her today.

I ended up coming clean with my parents about why things didn't work out with Cannon. They were surprised, even a little shocked, at the drastic measures we took to repair our relationship. But they know all about how I met Jordan and that he was married to Evelyn.

They're the ones who told us the business was only in her possession for a month before she handed the reins over to the highest bidder. It shouldn't have surprised me. Evelyn isn't the working-girl type. She has expensive taste and would rather spend money than earn it. Last we heard, she found herself a new sugar daddy and was still living nearby.

"Stop worrying," Jordan tells me. "They're not here."

Jordan can always read me like a book. If my body language doesn't give it away, my eyes always do. And he sees the worry and pain before I ever say a word.

"I might take a walk. Do you care?"

"Do you want me to come? I have that call in a half hour, but I can still go with you."

"That's okay. Just relax. I won't be long."

"Which way are you headed?"

I point down the beach, and he nods. He knows why I picked that direction and not the other. Because I want to see the house. The one I shared with Cannon.

He watches as I stand up and brush the sand off my legs.

"Had to wear the black bikini, didn't you?" he says with a smirk.

"It's your favorite," I tell him as I lean down and press a kiss to his lips.

Not caring who sees, he grabs a handful of my ass and squeezes. "Stay out of trouble."

"I will."

Jordan knows I need to do this. That I won't be able to concentrate on anything else until I see things for myself. I don't know what I expect to find. As far as I know, nothing's changed with the property or Cannon since the divorce was finalized.