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they came back inside.  David looked at her
expectantly.
    “Short call?” 
He said.
    Jordan shook
her head and shrugged.  “Wrong number, I guess.  We’ve had several of
them lately.  We must have a number that’s one digit off from Pizza Hut or
something.”
    They all
laughed.
    The calls kept
coming.  At first they were occasional, then they became more frequent and
at uncommon times.  If David was at school, Jordan could sometimes hear
breathing and knew there was someone there.  She felt the caller knew that
David was at work.  It irritated her and for the first time, she became concerned
about it.
    They had the
number changed and for a while there were no calls, then somehow, they started
again.  It was around the same time that she began to notice the man at
the feed store was getting more personal when she had to stop by there.  At
first, it was the way his eyes wondered over her body if she came to the truck
while he was near it.  Then he started using her first name, as if they
were friends.  She began to stay inside talking with the owner’s wife
until she saw that Lambert was busy helping someone else.  Then she’d cut
the conversation short and hurry to drive away before he could approach
her.  She even considered changing feed so she wouldn’t need to go in that
store, but she finally decided to just handle it head on and not allow herself
to be intimidated by some pushy excuse for a would-be Casanova.  If worse
came to worse, she could always complain to the owners.  They were good
people and she felt confident that they would not sanction the man’s behavior.
    The next time
she needed feed, she made no effort to avoid him while he loaded her feed and
hay, and when he offered to come out to her house and unload it for her later,
Jordan gave him a stern frown.  “I don’t need help unloading my supplies,
thank you.”  She replied coldly.  “And if I did, my husband would be
more than glad to help me.”
    “Your
husband?  You mean the school teacher?”  Lambert sneered.  His
tone seemed to hint that David was something less than masculine.
    “My husband ,
the football coach,” she snapped back at him.  Then she snatched the door
to the truck open and stepped up inside.  She grasped the door intending
to jerk it shut, but he held it in one big hand.
    “You’re too
much woman for him, Jordan.  You need a man who knows how to take care of
you,” he almost whispered, before letting the door swing shut.
    Her anger
overcoming her shock, Jordan lowered the window quickly.  “And you think
my husband isn’t man enough?”  Her voice was cold with fury.
    He smiled
confidently.  “I know he’s not, because I’m the only man who can do
that.  Don’t you pretend you don’t know it either.  I’ve seen the way
you smile at me, always watching where I am when you come here, Jordan.  I
know that I’m the reason you come here.  We just need to have someplace to
meet.  Some place private.”
    Shocked, her
eyebrows arched and her brown eyes flashed with yellow sparks of anger. 
“You’re out of your mind!  I watch where you are so I can try to avoid
being near you!  Get away from me and don’t ever come near me
again!”  She started her truck and roared away from the store, vowing
never to go there again.  She intended to tell David about the incident,
but later decided to just change feed and feed stores.  There was no point
in stressing David out about some jerk that she would never see again anyway.
    As she
returned from a late, relaxing trail ride two days later, she had dismounted
and was talking to her elderly neighbor, Mrs. Swartz.  The older woman was
showing her a new shrub next to their driveway that her husband had
planted.  Jordan knew the two took a lot of pride in their yard and had
even gotten some helpful advice about growing a beautiful rose plant that her
mother-in-law had gotten for David’s birthday.  Tempest was resting one
hind leg, his