Ryan Putnam rolled to a stop outside the house and killed the engine. He hadn’t expected it, but the Good Fortune ranch looked different. It wasn’t the childhood home he remembered, though he had just visited the previous Christmas. He couldn’t put his finger on it. Maybe it was the children’s bikes and toys on the porch? Maybe it was the swing set in the front yard?
Or maybe it was just Ryan, himself? He felt like a different man. The last time he had visited, he had been with John. They had discussed the possibility of their own family, one day. Now that seemed like a very long time ago. A lifetime.
Maybe the ranch looked different because he was crawling home with his tail between his legs, and it wasn’t technically his home anymore. It was his brother Clay’s home, the one he shared w
