Cole asked.“No. If it’s important, they’ll call back. I don’t know who would be calling me anyway. No one I know has the house number. My friends call me on my cell.”They walked to Cole’s truck in silence. He opened the passenger door and held it as she climbed in, which earned him a couple of points. While buckling up, she glanced around the cab. It was neat and more organized than she’d expected for a construction guy. Another large notebook was on the floor, and a jacket and some CD cases lay in the middle of the bench seat. A take-out coffee cup sat in the cup holder, and several packs of gum and some change cluttered another cup holder. Good looking and relatively neat; he was a man after her own heart.As they passed by the Circle B, Jordan saw Tag sleeping on the front veranda. The horses grazed in the field. All was quiet on the home front, but neither Brannigan nor his truck was to be seen. It was probably a good thing he wasn’t outside. For some reason, she’d feel funny if he saw her with Cole.At their first stop in town, Ace Hardware, Jordan purchased a water filter and collected paint samples for the walls.
