WITH EVERYONE ELSE out at a bar for the evening, Katie was glad for a few hours to herself. She needed time to process everything that had happened over the last couple of days and to regroup. At least she and Brendan had fixed their issues on the ice. But she was furious at him again — furious, and hurt. If he simply hadn’t loved the farm Katie had grown up on, that would be one thing. Farming was hard work and not for everyone. But since she had been nine years old, Katie had been acutely aware of the differences between her and Brendan and the circumstances in which they had each grown up.
Their families lived less than an hour apart from each other, but they’d lived in different worlds. Brendan had been in Minneapolis, where his parents had well-paying office jobs and never had to wor
