Chapter 3
The motor was shot. Jordan took it completely apart to see if it was salvageable, but it was no use. He called a supply house he knew would have something similar, and after finding they had one in stock, had Cory contact Shaw on the two-way radio to get the okay to replace it. Jordan had to run to Portland and back again to retrieve it, but he never minded driving, and at least the drive was gorgeous. By the time he once again pulled into Shaw Farms, more than half the day was gone.
He should have stopped for lunch on his way back.
Shaw was waiting for him when he parked, and walked around to his side of the truck as Jordan cut the engine. Jordan didn’t have a whole lot of experience with men, but he knew what he liked, and Beckett Shaw was it. It was sort of unfair how good
