Debra eyed Jordan, convinced something was seriously wrong with him.
"Miss Frazier, here is your tableware," a maid said, setting it in front of her.
Debra waved her hand, just watching Jordan shovel food in.
"When's the last time you ate?" she asked.
"I skipped lunch," Jordan mumbled, head down.
Debra remembered their fight at noon. Jordan hadn't touched his food then.
For a growing teenager, skipping lunch was a big deal.
Barton turned to the maid. "Prepare Mr. Andrew Potter's dinner. He'll eat upstairs."
"Yes, sir," the maid said, hurrying off.
Debra blinked because just minutes ago, neither Andrew nor Jordan was eating.
Curious about what was going on, she sidled up to Barton.
"Did Andrew and Jordan fight?"
"Why do you think that?"
"Both of them are acting so weird today."
When she'd tried to see Andrew earlier, Barton had blocked her from entering. Clearly, they were talking about something she wasn't supposed to know.
Barton smiled, "It's a secret between the two gentlemen."
"Can't you just tell me?" Debra huffed. "They never keep secrets from me."
"Maybe this is the one exception," Barton said, his smile cryptic.
...
"You're pushing it."
"Then you'll never know."
"JoJo."
Jordan leaned back, crossing his legs. "Told you, it's a secret. Not telling."
"What the hell?"
"Chill," he said, ruffling her hair. "Since you're so sweet, I'll get your back from now on."
"You tricked me!" she shouted.
They wrestled in the backseat, laughing and bickering.
Jordan smiled. This was how it should be.

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