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boards myself and saw no such thing."
    "Well then, either you didn't really look or you didn't know what you were looking at because she showed it to me. It was clearly cut, not broken and not splintered."
    Jan paced back and forth across the bedroom, clearly agitated. "I don't like what you're implying, Maggie. You shouldn't be letting this Lewis character put those kinds of thoughts in your head. She'll be nothing but trouble for us. Mark my words."
    Maggie intercepted Jan's path as she crossed the room. "Let's get one thing straight, Jan," Maggie said in a stern voice. "When it comes to this farm, there is no us . This is my farm, and I will run it the way I see fit. Is that clear?"
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    Maggie entered the kitchen carrying several envelopes from the mailbox and noticed Jordan was on the phone. She thumbed through them as she waited for Jordan to finish her phone call.
    "No sir, I inspected the board myself. In my opinion, it looks as if it was cut mechanically. The break was straight and clean instead of jagged and angled as I would expect it to be if the board had snapped under the weight of the winch."
    Jordan paused for a moment. "Okay then," she said. "I'll let Miss Downs know one of your carpenters will be here today around noon to inspect the board. All right. Thank you. Goodbye."
    "What did he say?" Maggie asked without looking up.
    "He's sending a man over at noon to inspect the beam."
    Maggie threw the last envelope into the bill pile and then looked up at Jordan. "Wow. Daddy never looked that good in those jeans."
    Jordan blushed. "Stop that. You're embarrassing me."
    Maggie crossed her arms in front of her. "Hey, how would you like to accompany me to an auction?"
    Jordan shrugged. "Sure. If you want me to, I'm game."
    "All right then. Give me a minute to freshen up, and I'll be right with you. Help yourself to some lemonade while you wait. I won't be long."
    "Take your time, I'm on the clock," Jordan joked then took the pitcher of lemonade from the refrigerator.
    Jan walked in and stopped short when she saw Jordan making herself at home. "Does Maggie know you're helping yourself like that?" she asked curtly.
    "As a matter of fact, she does. I'm actually waiting for her to freshen up. We're going to a horse auction," Jordan replied.
    Anger sparked in Jan's eyes. "I guess it will be a threesome then," she stated briskly.
    Maggie breezed into the kitchen. "Okay, I'm ready."
    She stopped short when she saw Jan.
    "Oh, Jan, I'm glad you're here. The building contractor is sending a man over in about an hour to inspect the damaged rafter. I think it might be beneficial for you to meet with him. I am taking Jordan with me to the Mustang auction. We'll be back later this afternoon."
    Jordan locked eyes with Jan. If looks could have killed, Jordan would be dead.

CHAPTER 3
    Maggie caught Jordan covertly looking at her as she sat in the passenger seat of Maggie's pickup truck. "Okay, I give up. What do you find so interesting that you feel compelled to stare at me?" she asked.
    Jordan turned red with embarrassment. She covered her face with her hands. "I'm sorry. I just can't help myself," she confessed.
    Maggie's interest was piqued. "No, I'm flattered, actually. But why can't you help yourself? Really, I want to know."
    Jordan looked surprised. "You mean you don't know?"
    Maggie glanced at Jordan quickly then turned her attention back to the road. "Know what?" she asked sincerely.
    Jordan shook her head. "Well, I'll be damned. Maggie, you are a beautiful woman. In fact, you are more beautiful in person than in print."
    Maggie frowned. "When exactly did you see me in print?"
    "Ah. Well, I did a little research on you and your farm before I came to apply for the job. I found a picture of you that was taken at some county fair a few years back."
    Maggie appeared to be deep in thought. "Hmm, I see. Do you really think I'm beautiful?"
    "I'm surprised you have to ask that question. I would think you'd have suitors lined up