When she got home, Janet’s Mercedes was gone. There was a terse little note on the hall table that read, Gone to Houston shopping, back tomorrow. Even as she was reading it, Curt came in the back door, bareheaded and sweaty. “She’s gone?” he asked. She nodded. “Left a note. She’s gone to Houston and won’t be back until tomorrow.” “Great. It’ll give me time to put locks on the bedroom doors,” he said. She sighed. “Jordan’s been talking to you, hasn’t he?” she asked. “Yes, and he’s been kissing you, apparently,” he murmured, grinning. “Old Harry had to yell himself hoarse to get Jordan’s attention when they brought those feed supplements out.” She flushed. She couldn’t think of a single defense. But she hadn’t heard Harry yelling, except one time. No wonder people were talking. “Interested in you, is he?” Curt asked softly. “He wanted me to ask him out on a date and get him lost on a dirt road,” she said. “And you said…?” She moved restively.
