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 looking he was—gorgeous, really.
Reining in his thoughts, Jordan hopped out and rounded the bed to drop the tailgate. He was just reaching for the box when Shaw stepped up close. Jordan averted his gaze, not wanting to look at him directly and reveal his interest. He pulled the credit card and receipt out of his pocket and held them up.
“Here you go, Mr. Shaw.”
Shaw sucked in a fast breath through his nose. “Beckett. Or Beck. Either’s fine.”
Jordan nodded, still not looking, and he completely ignored the warmth of Beckett’s fingers as they slid over his. As soon as he could, Jordan took a slight step away. Being so close to Beckett was a little unnerving.