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for a mile."
    Maggie chuckled. "Well, it's pretty much common knowledge around town that Jan and I are a couple, so there haven't really been any offers for quite some time now."
    "Did you date much before Jan?"
    "A little, but I had a bad experience with a girl named Jess when I was in my twenties, and that pretty much turned me off to relationships for a while. Jan is my first serious relationship in a long time."
    "How long have you and Jan been together?"
    Maggie thought for a moment before answering. "For about four years."
    "Hmm," Jordan said.
    Maggie tossed her a sideways glance. "What is that supposed to mean?"
    "Well, I guess I just don't see that she's your type."
    Maggie was taken aback by Jordan's comment. "And just why do you feel you're qualified to know what my type is? Hell, you've only been here for two days."
    "You're right. I apologize, but it just doesn't feel right to me. Don't ask me why. It just doesn't."
    "I don't appreciate you talking about Jan that way. I decide what my type is, not you. Jan suits me just fine, thank you very much."
    Maggie and Jordan rode along in silence for a few moments. Finally, the silence became unbearable. "So, what exactly do you think my type is?" Maggie asked.
    Jordan appeared to be deep in thought. "Well, I guess your type would be someone who was your intellectual equal, someone who could give you good advice yet know when not to cross boundaries. That person should complement you physically as well. You are a very beautiful woman. Don't take this the wrong way, but your feminine nature doesn't fit the profile of someone who can run a farm all by herself."
    Maggie glared at Jordan. "Okay, let me get this straight. First you tell me my partner is stupid, and she gives bad advice, and then you have the audacity to imply I can't run a horse farm properly because I'm too feminine?"
    "No. No. That's not what I meant. Look, I'm digging a hole for myself that I won't be able to climb out of if I keep running my mouth, so let's just forget I said anything."
    "Oh, no. You're not getting off that easy, Jordan. Now, explain what you meant."
    Jordan placed her hands on her thighs and dropped her head back to look at the ceiling of the truck. She inhaled deeply then turned her head to look at Maggie. "Okay. Let me just say that most of the feminine women I have known in the past are pretty high-maintenance, and quite frankly, they tend to prefer someone more on the butch side to take care of things for them."
    Maggie slammed her foot down hard on the brake, bringing the truck to a grinding halt on the dusty country road. Jordan nearly went through the windshield. She was only able to stop herself at the last minute by quickly placing both hands on the dash.
    "What the hell?" Jordan exclaimed.
    "Get out," Maggie demanded.
    "What?"
    "I said, get out. You're fired."
    Jordan turned in her seat to face Maggie. "Why am I fired?"
    Maggie leaned across the seat toward Jordan. "You're fired because anyone who doesn't respect who I am and what I can do is not welcome on my farm. Now get your ass out of my truck."
    "When did I say I didn't respect you?" Jordan spat back.
    "You called me high-maintenance." Maggie's voice had risen an octave.
    "Like hell I did."
    "You said that feminine women look for butch women to take care of them," Maggie insisted.
    "Wrong," Jordan shouted back. "I said you don't fit the profile of someone who can run a farm alone. Sheesh, woman. Do you always look for a fight where there isn't one?"
    Both women fell silent. Jordan reached for the door handle and set one foot on the ground before Maggie took her arm.
    "Where are you going?"
    "I'm fired, remember? I'm going back to the farm to collect my things."
    "No. Don't go. Please get back into the truck."
    Jordan looked at her for a few moments, then shifted her weight back into the vehicle and closed the door. She stared straight ahead.
    Maggie had both hands on the steering wheel as she looked out over the hood of the