face if they tried to tell her that returning to Grande Valley would resurrect her career and enrich her life. She wouldn’t change anything about the life she’d built for herself here. Well, except for one thing.
“Completely false. Guy trouble can, and often does, stem from not having one,” Beth declared. “Especially when there’s a really sexy one in town that you’re obviously interested in, despite your best efforts to insist otherwise.”
During the years they weren’t speaking to each other, Jordan greatly missed her friendship with Beth. Now she thought Beth talked way too much. “I used to watch him on TV,” Jordan said. “When I wasn’t working, or when I just started out and didn’t have very many clients, I watched the soap he was on.” She toyed with the sapphire ring on her right hand, one of her mother’s favorite pieces of jewelry, which Jordan seldom took off. She’d all but given up on wearing a ring on her left hand, but the occasional fantasy still crept into Jordan’s thoughts. When it did it, it always involved Jake Morrison. “That’s pathetic, isn’t it?”
Beth shook her head. “I think it’s sweet. I bet he’d think so, too, if you told him.”
“Doubtful,” Jordan said. “I haven’t heard from him in days. He’s probably given up on me.” Which would serve me right, because I’m the one that pushed him away.
“Or maybe he’s busy working,” Beth countered. “Either that or getting whiplash from all the mixed signals you send off, and he’s waiting for you to make the next move.”
***
The conversation with Val gnawed at Jake all through the afternoon’s filming. How the hell could he have been so stupid to get involved with a pathological liar with the brains of a squirrel? Temporary insanity was the only explanation Jake could come up with.
He’d had his reasons at the time, but in hindsight they didn’t seem like very good ones, especially since Macy didn’t seem to want to go away. He hoped Val could diffuse the problem, because he’d come too far to let Macy ruin things for him. Jake wasn’t going to let it worry him too much, though. Everything he wanted was still in reach. He’d simply have to work a little harder and move faster to make sure it didn’t slip away.
As soon as filming wrapped for the day, he summoned Trey. The kid was working out well as Reece’s gofer so far, and Jake figured he wouldn’t mind an extra assignment.
“Yes, Mr. Jake?” Trey asked.
This time, Jake didn’t correct him. He liked the young man’s earnest politeness. “I wanted to see if you’d do a favor for me? Deliver something to our favorite lawyer?”
“Still trying to win her over, huh?”
“Trying, yeah.” Jake kicked at the dirt. “It’s not easy, though.”
Trey’s face broke out in a grin. “Then let me help you, man. Jordan’s tough, but there’s no way she can resist both of us.”
***
Jordan was about to leave the office for the day when Jen informed her that Trey was there to see her. Without hesitation, she told Jen to send him back to her office.
He arrived in her doorway with his hands behind his back. The first time Jordan met him, he’d been in handcuffs. Now she was curious why he struck a similar pose. “Yes, Trey?”
He held out his hands, presenting her with a bouquet of miniature yellow roses.
Jordan hesitated. She remembered what Trey had said to Jake a few days before, that if he was older, he might fight Jake for her. Had he changed his mind and decided he wasn’t too young, after all? If so, Jordan didn’t want to lead him on. “Trey...”
He apparently sensed her hesitation. “Not from me,” he said. “I’m just delivering them for Jake.”
From Jake. Now Jordan didn’t hesitate to accept them. She tried to ignore the fluttering of her heart as she held the roses to her nose, taking in their scent. Spicy, with a hint of musk. Not unlike the man who sent them.
There was small envelope nestled in
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