Chapter 7
Kyle opened the farmhouse door to Griff. “Did you get it?”
“Yeah. Exactly where you said.” His brother stepped inside and handed over the thing he’d been sent all the way back to Nashville to retrieve. His penetrating gaze was steady. “You wanna tell me why you had that just waiting around in your loft?”
“Not particularly.” Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Kyle slid it into his pocket. “Thanks for picking it up. And thanks for helping out tonight with Granddaddy.”
“There’s a James Bond marathon running on TV. If two men can’t bond over 007 and barbeque, there’s something wrong with the world.”
“Did you bring extra sauce and cobbler?” Granddaddy demanded from his position in the living room recliner.
“What do you take me for? A newb?” Griff held up the rest of his bags. “I e
