the country.
Chapter
Seven
Jordan sat in
the bank, facing the manager. “Yes, I know that’s a lot of money for a
horse that I’ve never seen, Mel. I’ve been over this with myself probably
a hundred times and I’ve talked to Mr. Roberts on the phone. I’m sure I
want to do this.”
Melvin Jenkins
nodded. “You know that I’m just trying to look out for you, don’t you,
Jordan?”
She
nodded. “Yes. And I’m grateful for that, but I’ve looked at all my
financial papers and I can afford to do this.”
“Of course you
can.” Jenkins chuckled, winking at her conspiratorially. He was
very aware of the money she had inherited from her parents and from her
husband’s insurance policy. “You can afford to do pretty much whatever
you want to do. I just don’t understand why it’s a horse in Idaho?”
Jordan knew
that Melvin Jenkins was a kind man and she trusted him to invest and handle
most of her money, but she also knew his interest ran deeper than just her
financial wellbeing. He had been trying for years to date her, but she
just couldn’t see the two of them having anything in common except her
money. She would never allow it to get beyond business.
“Mel, it’s not
just a horse from Idaho. It’s that specific animal. If she were in
Alaska, I’d still want her.” Jordan was losing her patience. “Just
transfer the money. I’ll call Mr. Roberts and let him know it’s on the
way.”
“I don’t
understand why you don’t get on a plane and fly out to look at the horse before
you invest in it, but it’s not up to me.” Jenkins nodded and pushed back
his chair. “Let me get the papers ready for your signature. Would
you like some coffee or a soda to drink while you wait?” He knew when a
client was determined. Over the past few years, he’s set his sights on
Jordan Lanier. He knew that having the right man beside her would replace
this obsession she seemed to have for horses and he felt sure he could be the
right man.
Jordan shook
her head negatively. “No, I’m fine.”
However, he’d
also learned that she was a determined person. He’d tried to dissuade her
from remodeling the barn three years ago, but she was insistent. He had
though; made sure the contractor who did the remodel knew that he, Mel Jenkins
was the man who wrote the check out.
It was well
known at the bank that Jordan was Mel’s personal client. He made it a
point to know when she came to the bank and it was always Mel who tended to her
business, even if it was just to cash a check.
Twenty minutes
later Jordan was in her truck, headed to the feed store. Mel had made the
money transfer and assured her that anything she ever needed was in his power
to provide. When she left the bank, he walked her to the door and held
her hand a little longer than necessary while saying good-bye. Jordan
thanked him for his help and reassured him that she sincerely appreciated all
his help.
She talked
with one of the girls who worked at the feed store until she was sure her feed
was loaded. After David’s death, she made a point of never making small
talk with any of the male employees where she did business. In her head,
she knew that Lambert’s fixation on her was not her fault, but the guilt of her
husband’s death ran deep.
Back at her
place, she unloaded the feed and swept through her chores with Bhrandii at her
heels. “I wish you could handle a pitchfork. You’ve watched me do
this often enough, I wouldn’t even have to teach you how, and I sure could use
the help,” she told the dog. His tail wagged. She had probably said
that to him at least once a week since she first accepted him from Mac’s arms,
a squirming, whining bundle of red/brown fur. She stretched out her hand
and rubbed his broad head. “You get tired of hearing that, don’t
you?” His tail wagged again. She laughed at herself as she put away
the pitchfork and went to one
Chapter
Seven
Jordan sat in
the bank, facing the manager. “Yes, I know that’s a lot of money for a
horse that I’ve never seen, Mel. I’ve been over this with myself probably
a hundred times and I’ve talked to Mr. Roberts on the phone. I’m sure I
want to do this.”
Melvin Jenkins
nodded. “You know that I’m just trying to look out for you, don’t you,
Jordan?”
She
nodded. “Yes. And I’m grateful for that, but I’ve looked at all my
financial papers and I can afford to do this.”
“Of course you
can.” Jenkins chuckled, winking at her conspiratorially. He was
very aware of the money she had inherited from her parents and from her
husband’s insurance policy. “You can afford to do pretty much whatever
you want to do. I just don’t understand why it’s a horse in Idaho?”
Jordan knew
that Melvin Jenkins was a kind man and she trusted him to invest and handle
most of her money, but she also knew his interest ran deeper than just her
financial wellbeing. He had been trying for years to date her, but she
just couldn’t see the two of them having anything in common except her
money. She would never allow it to get beyond business.
“Mel, it’s not
just a horse from Idaho. It’s that specific animal. If she were in
Alaska, I’d still want her.” Jordan was losing her patience. “Just
transfer the money. I’ll call Mr. Roberts and let him know it’s on the
way.”
“I don’t
understand why you don’t get on a plane and fly out to look at the horse before
you invest in it, but it’s not up to me.” Jenkins nodded and pushed back
his chair. “Let me get the papers ready for your signature. Would
you like some coffee or a soda to drink while you wait?” He knew when a
client was determined. Over the past few years, he’s set his sights on
Jordan Lanier. He knew that having the right man beside her would replace
this obsession she seemed to have for horses and he felt sure he could be the
right man.
Jordan shook
her head negatively. “No, I’m fine.”
However, he’d
also learned that she was a determined person. He’d tried to dissuade her
from remodeling the barn three years ago, but she was insistent. He had
though; made sure the contractor who did the remodel knew that he, Mel Jenkins
was the man who wrote the check out.
It was well
known at the bank that Jordan was Mel’s personal client. He made it a
point to know when she came to the bank and it was always Mel who tended to her
business, even if it was just to cash a check.
Twenty minutes
later Jordan was in her truck, headed to the feed store. Mel had made the
money transfer and assured her that anything she ever needed was in his power
to provide. When she left the bank, he walked her to the door and held
her hand a little longer than necessary while saying good-bye. Jordan
thanked him for his help and reassured him that she sincerely appreciated all
his help.
She talked
with one of the girls who worked at the feed store until she was sure her feed
was loaded. After David’s death, she made a point of never making small
talk with any of the male employees where she did business. In her head,
she knew that Lambert’s fixation on her was not her fault, but the guilt of her
husband’s death ran deep.
Back at her
place, she unloaded the feed and swept through her chores with Bhrandii at her
heels. “I wish you could handle a pitchfork. You’ve watched me do
this often enough, I wouldn’t even have to teach you how, and I sure could use
the help,” she told the dog. His tail wagged. She had probably said
that to him at least once a week since she first accepted him from Mac’s arms,
a squirming, whining bundle of red/brown fur. She stretched out her hand
and rubbed his broad head. “You get tired of hearing that, don’t
you?” His tail wagged again. She laughed at herself as she put away
the pitchfork and went to one
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