“Thanks,” Beckett said softly. He really had to get himself under control. After Saturday he’d have to put Jordan out of his mind. It was the best thing for everybody.
“What time do you want me here?”
Beck squinted as he thought. “Fair opens at eight. We have to be there by seven thirty to set up. So, umm, be here by seven?” Though it was only a few miles up the road, it would take a bit of time to get everything in the truck.
Jordan nodded and stood. Then he took a deliberate step to the side so he was farther from Beckett. Barely keeping in a sigh, Beck stood, too, and leaned back against his desk to give Jordan even more space. He knew he was being weird, but he couldn’t seem to help it.
“Okay. See you then.” Jordan barely waited for confirmation before he left. Beck stared after him.
Dammit.7