Cache stayed in bed as long as he was able, which meant he was up and in the kitchen with his father by six o’clock in the morning.
“Breakfast?” his dad asked, already pulling open the fridge. “Leo’s bringing over some muffins we had on the ranch yesterday.”
Cache’s stomach seized at the idea of food. And at seeing Leo. He didn’t want to eat, and he didn’t want to talk.
“Brenda is great, Dad,” he said, and his father turned toward him with a smile on his mouth but apprehension in his eyes.
“Yeah? You liked her?”
“A whole lot,” Cache said, lifting his coffee mug to his lips. “Are you going to marry her?”
“I’ve been thinkin’ about it,” his dad said, cracking open an egg in each hand and letting it drop into a bowl. “She don’t want to live out on the ranch though, and it’s a twenty-minu
