For Gordon the morning of the day of his date to meet Ty couldn’t have gone slower.
He checked his watch every ten minutes; he checked the clock on his computer in between. When his secretary brought a pile of insurance claims to be reviewed and applications for coverage into his office for him to approve he about had a fit. But somehow he got through it all. He changed from his business suit to a pair of jeans and a tee shirt in the men’s room and was able to leave work even earlier than he’d planned.
Gordon had programmed Ty’s address into his GPS the night before so he knew approximately how long it would take to get to him. He was a little surprised, it was a longer drive than he’d anticipated.
He’d looked up places to buy boots and found the town had two: Zeb’s Westside Saddlery
