wanted to say to her and questions he wanted to ask, if he ever got the chance.
The bartender returned, setting a bowl of soup in front of him. “So what brings you to Grande Valley? Business or pleasure?”
“Looks like just business for now.”
“Nice town, if you can stand the heat this time of year. Enjoy your stay. Holler if you need anything else.”
Jake thanked him and proceeded to eat in silence, absently watching the TV up above the bar, which was tuned to the Texas Rangers game. An attractive brunette a few stools down tried to get his attention, but he paid her little mind. One mention that he was in town to work on Reece White’s latest movie and Jake was pretty sure he’d have a willing companion for the night. He said nothing to her and drained his glass.
“Get you another?” the bartender asked.
“No, thanks.” Jake shook his head. “I’ve got some work to do.” He tossed enough bills on the bar to cover the bill plus a hefty tip and went up to his room to study the script.
Val didn’t want him to land in any trouble in Texas? She had nothing to worry about.
***
Jordan unlocked her front door and was immediately greeted by a fat, grumpy cat that let out a loud ‘meow,’ apparently not pleased that her human was late getting home.
“Hey, Cujo.” Jordan bent down to pet the cat. “You been holding down the fort in my absence?”
The response was a louder ‘meow,’ causing Jordan to laugh.
“Yeah, I get it. You’re hungry. You don’t much look like you need to eat, though,” she teased as she opened a tin of cat food. Cujo had expensive taste, but Jordan couldn’t fault her for it. After all, it ran in the family.
Cujo settled in to eat and Jordan went down the hall to change clothes, relieved to be out of a skirt and heels and into yoga pants. She was even more relieved that Carl had rightfully assumed she needed to be alone and not asked to come to her house after dinner.
She went back to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of green tea from the fridge, then sat down on the couch and booted up her laptop. Jordan propped her feet on the coffee table as Cujo jumped onto the couch beside her. “Okay, fine, just don’t walk on my keyboard,” she instructed the cat. “Mama’s got work to do.”
Her web browser opened to Google and she typed ‘Border Cowboys’ into the search box.
Chapter 4
Reece White already sat in a corner booth at the hotel restaurant when Jake arrived. He stole a quick glance at his watch to make sure he wasn’t late. Nope. Three minutes early. Good. The last thing he needed was a reputation for being late before the movie even started shooting.
“Morning, Jake.” Reece stood and extended his hand. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“Likewise.” Jake shook his hand and sat down in the booth. Reece was younger than Jake by about six years, but after already notching an Oscar nomination and a win at the Sundance Film Festival, no one discounted the young director’s talent. “Greg said you want to talk about the first scene?”
“In a minute.” Reece sat back down. “When’d you get in town? How are you settling in?”
“Yesterday afternoon,” Jake said. “And settling in okay.” Aside from completely blowing his reunion with Jordan, that is. “The heat’s going to be an adjustment.”
The director laughed. “Always is, for folks not from around here. I’m used to it, though I’m a little partial to Austin, where it sometimes actually rains.” He shrugged. “Where are you from again? Idaho?”
“Iowa,” Jake corrected. He never understood why people always seemed to confuse the two. One was famous for potatoes, the other corn. And it’s not as if they were close geographically.
“Right. Sorry about that,” Reece said. “Anyway, glad to have you here for this shoot, Jake.”
He actually sounded like he meant it. Jake smiled. “Happy to be here. It’s an honor to be able to work with you.” Hopefully