“So. Listen. I was thinking.”
“Uh-oh.” The words popped out of Jordan’s mouth without thought, but Beckett’s bark of laughter eased his momentary panic. For a second there, he’d been worried Beckett wouldn’t take it as a joke. They were still getting to know each other, and Jordan wasn’t sure yet what Beckett’s sense of humor was like.
“Cute.” Beckett waggled his eyebrows and then turned back to the bowl and began to mix the batter. “But no. I think it’s a good thing. You don’t have a full-time job right now, right?”
Jordan’s gut twisted. “Uh, no.”
Beckett nodded. “So I thought you could stay on here for a few weeks.”
“What?” He had to have heard Beckett wrong. There wasn’t any work left for Jordan to do. The tractors were all purring like kittens, and everything was running at peak performance. They wouldn’t need service until the next spring, when they would be put to use again. So what, exactly, was Beckett saying?