Mr. Kaplin ushered him through a door to the side, and Jordan took in a cramped and cluttered office. Typical of a mechanic who was now a manager. Jordan understood that, too.
“Steve!”
Mr. Kaplin looked up, signaled to whoever had called his name, and then gestured Jordan in. “Have a seat. I’ll be with you in just a sec.”
Jordan took the empty chair on the public side of the desk and looked around again. A little bit of nerves coiled in his gut. He wanted this, knew it was exactly the kind of place he could be happy working, even if it was clear on the other side of the state from his brother.
And from Beck. But he wouldn’t think about that.