Holding out his hand, Beckett offered Jordan a smile. “Thank you.”
Jordan glanced at his hand and then up at his face and slid his palm along Beckett’s to shake. Ignoring the electricity that sparked between them was nearly impossible, but Jordan took a step back before Beck could gauge whether he felt it, too.
“I need to get to work.”
Beck nodded and resumed his seat, giving Jordan the space he clearly needed. Perhaps he wasn’t unaffected after all. But Beck wouldn’t dwell on that. That wasn’t why Jordan was there. He nodded and watched Jordan walk out of the office. The well-worn jeans hugged his ass, and Beck had to force his gaze and thoughts back to business.
The day hadn’t turned out at all like it was supposed to. But it was looking up. Not only were the necessary repairs being made to the machinery, but Beck got a mechanic out of the deal, at least for a few days. And he could be assured his tractors would be running in top shape when it was done.