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let her bother you. She tends to be a bit territorial, but she's all bark and no bite. So, take your pick of the bedrooms and make yourself comfortable. Take a look around, settle in, and let me know if you need anything. Okay?"
    Jordan shoved her fingertips into her back pockets. "I don't think I need anything right now. Oh, wait. Maybe some paper and a pen? I like to keep a journal, and I don't have anything with me right now to record today's entries."
    "Not a problem. I'll go fetch it for you right now. I assume your diary is in your luggage?"
    "Er… yes. My diary is in my luggage. Now that I have a job, I'll send for it. With any luck, it will be here in a couple of days."
    Maggie crossed her arms and cocked her head to one side. "So I guess you'll need something to sleep in as well?"
    Jordan turned red and looked at the floor. "Well, I thought about washing my things out in the sink tonight and just sleeping in the nude."
    "You'll do nothing of the kind. Come with me. I have several old T-shirts here that my Dad left behind when they moved to Florida. Come pick out what you'd like to wear. He wasn't a very big man. There may even be some jeans and shirts of his that you can wear until your luggage arrives. As for the personal items, you're a few inches taller than I am, but it looks like we wear pretty much the same size jeans, so I'm sure I have some underclothes you can wear."
    "You don't have to do that, Maggie."
    "No, I don't, but I want to. So, come with me," Maggie said.
    Jordan followed her from the bunkhouse into the kitchen of the farmhouse.
    As they stepped into the kitchen, Maggie turned to Jordan and smiled. "Dinner time is normally a community affair around here, and everyone pitches in — however, I must warn you, if you can't cook, you usually end up doing the dishes."
    Jordan grinned. "Well, I guess I'll be sporting dishpan hands 'cause I burn water."
    Maggie chuckled. "Well, luckily for you, I can cook. In fact, I usually end up doing most of the cooking around here."
    Jordan followed Maggie from room to room as she pointed out areas of the house. After the tour of the living areas was complete, Maggie led Jordan down the hall to the bedrooms. "That's my room," she said, pointing out the first door they passed on the left. "The bathroom is right across the hall, and down here at the end is a suite of rooms that my parents used when they lived here."
    Maggie pushed the door open to her parent's suite. "Okay, let's see," she began as she opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a few T-shirts. "These should fit you." Maggie pulled open another drawer. "Also, here are some blue jeans that Dad sometimes wore. Like I said, he wasn't a large man. He was maybe three or four inches taller than you are, but he was pretty slim. If the cuffs are too long, just roll them up."
    Maggie handed the pile of clothes to Jordan. Then she led Jordan back into the hall to her own bedroom. She pushed the door open and, instantly, the scent of patchouli reached Jordan's nostrils. Jordan inhaled deeply as she stepped into the room. "Hmm," she said unconsciously.
    Maggie noticed Jordan's reaction. "It's patchouli. Do you like it?"
    Jordan looked into Maggie's eyes. "It's my favorite scent," she replied.
    Maggie smiled. "It's my favorite as well."
    Maggie's gaze held Jordan's for a tad longer than would be considered conventional. After a moment, she inhaled deeply and regained her sense of awareness.
    "Underclothes," Maggie said as the open a dresser drawer and pulled out a few pairs of panties, some socks, and a couple of bras. "I'm a 34C. Will that work for you?"
    "Perfect," she replied as she accepted the clothing. "Maggie, I don't know how to thank you enough."
    "No thanks necessary. After all, if you hadn't come along when you did, I probably wouldn't be here. That winch hit the floor exactly where I was standing. It surely would have killed me. I should be thanking you."
    Jordan grinned and shook her head. "You probably