Chapter 16
Jordan missed the farm.
Okay, he really missed the f**k out of Beckett, but the farm was up there, too. After having spent so many weeks working out in the open, breathing the crisp, clean air, and being surrounded by the lush valley, the garage was a drastic change. Sure it was twenty-five-thousand square feet, but it was filled with machinery and people, constant noise, and diesel fumes.
Not that he didn’t enjoy what he was doing. Jordan loved working on engines, and there was a particular satisfaction in servicing the big equipment used in construction. Every day brought him the gratification of a job well done. He didn’t regret taking the position at all, and he was glad he hadn’t had to leave Oregon. It was his home, and even though he was on the other side of the state,
