Kurt’s car idled at the front door of my house. The porchlight was on, but the rest of the house was dark. A faint glow radiated from Mom’s studio at the back of the barn.
“She must be painting, again. She’s having a hard time sleeping,” I said for something to break the silence.
“Since your uncle’s death?” His eyes glowed in the stray light.
I nodded. “Something’s got to give. I’ve got to save the ranch or decide to let it go. I think that will help.”
He looked at me for a long second. His eyes searched mine. A blush crept up my neck and my heart hammered in my chest. I swallowed hard. He reached for the door handle and let himself out.
“It’s getting late. I’m sure you have to work in the morning,” he said.
“I actually do.”
He was out of the car and strode around the front, opening
