Jordan had spent the entire weekend unpacking boxes and settling in. Eve seemed to like her new home but didn't understand why it was smaller than their house had been. Jordan on the other hand didn't know what to feel. One minute she would feel content and the other she would be fighting back tears. So due to these emotional mood swings she chose just to stay at home. Meaning that she didn't get to see her father again until Sunday.

The street was practically empty in front of the Pogue so finding a parking space wasn't a problem. Nerves caused her to take her time unbuckling Eve from her car seat and gathering the items, toys mostly, that she had brought with her. So after fifteen minutes she had Eve's bag swung over her shoulder and the little girl by the hand, heading inside. A bell, something she hadn't noticed her first night back, announced her arrival to those already inside the bar.

The bar wasn't packed like it was on Friday night. Instead, there was only about a handful of people scattered around at tables and at the bar. It was brightly lit and no longer smokey.

'What a difference a few days make.' She thought to herself as she lead her daughter to the bar and helped her up onto a stool. A few of the patrons gave her curious looks before returning to their liquors of choice. In return she gave them the trademark Jordan Cavanaugh smile. Shaking her head, she looked around for her father and frowned when she didn't see him.

A young man, behind the bar, was heading towards her with a determined look on his face. She could already imagine what he was so determined about. She held up a hand to stop him before he started. "Look..." Jordan eyed his shirt looking for a name. "Look...Erik...I'm not leaving and neither is my daughter." She could see him growing frustrated with her and flustered that she had derailed him before he could openly ask her to leave. "He probably had a whole speech about minors not being allowed in bars too.' She thought to herself. "Is my father here?" His frustrated look turned into one of confusion. "Forget it." She mumbled. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea? Her father had obviously failed to mention her to his staff. That made her stomach fall. For some really she felt hurt by that. With a frown she looked down at her daughter who had been looking forward to spending time with her grandfather. "Sorry kiddo. Looks like we'll have to come back another day." 'Or just move back to Kentucky.' She added to herself. At least in Kentucky she had friends and so did Eve. They were apart of a close knit family unlike here where she felt like a complete and total stranger. Chewing on her bottom lip, she helped her daughter off the stool and began a hasty retreat towards the door not noticing that her father had appeared.

Max stepped out of his office with a smile on his face. Spencer and Garrett had been there since eleven when the bar opened. His grandson always brought a smile to his face. His smile faded slightly seeing Jordan, hastily, making her way towards the door. Frowning, he looked towards the bar Erik stood frozen watching her leave. Obviously the unsuspecting bartender had done something to upset his daughter so he made his way towards the door and placed a hand against it, not allowing her to leave. Looking down into her face, he caught sight of tears. 'What the...?' He thought. "Jordan?" He questioned. "What's wrong?"

Jordan was almost free when she felt her escape route blocked. Looking up she met her fathers eyes with her own tear filled ones. "Nothing." She said quietly. "I...ah..." She stammered trying to fight back the tears but failing as they splashed down her pale cheeks. "Eve..." She was at a loss for words. "Dammit." She mumbled as she let go of her daughters hand to wipe her eyes. "Eve wanted to see you." She managed to get out in a steady voice. "We were going to come earlier but church let out late and then traffic was horrible." She shook her head not noticing that her daughter was no longer at her side.

There was, obviously, something bothering Jordan but he couldn't force her to talk. "Church?" He questioned, amused. The thought of his little girl going to church brought a smile to his face and a ache to his heart. She really had changed and he was slowly realizing how much. He had thought, that she would visit or call him on Saturday but everything stayed quiet. Max had grown worried that she might have taken off again but dismissed that and prayed that she didn't. Now here she was trying to leave soon after she came. "Are you sure your ok, Jordan?"

Nodding, Jordan sighed. "I'm fine, Dad. And yes, we go to church. You'd be surprised at how many southern folks attend church. Mark was no different. He had me 'hooked' before we started to date. I guess it brought something into my life that I had lacked for along time. Faith." She smiled then looked down. "Eve?" She questioned, during a three sixty turn. Her eyes darted around. "EVE?" She called out, frantically. Dropping the bag of toys, she began to look under the tables.

Max blinked as he saw his daughter go into frantic mode. That was when he noticed that Eve was nowhere in sight. He was growing worried as well. "Eve!" He called out and made went around the other way. Blinking, he heard giggles coming from inside his office. He made his way there and stood in the doorway. "I'll be..." He mumbled as he watched Eve introduce herself to the two already inside. He didn't have time to react when he was pushed out of the way.

Jordan had also heard the giggles and charged towards them. She, all but, plowed over her father to get inside. In one motion she had Even scooped up in her arms and was checking her over. Then was hugging her with all her might, the tears were back. "Don't ever do that again, angel." She mumbled into her daughters hair, only then did she notice who's company she was in. A deer caught in the headlights was the only way to describe the look now plastered on her face. Then she bolted, clutching her daughter to her chest. Again she was stopped but this time by a hand grabbing her elbow. And this time it wasn't her father.