Sunday dinner was a nerve-racking exercise, between acting like nothing was out of the ordinary, and exchanging heated glances with Carolina, Cody thought his brain might explode. Especially when Carolina’s foot slid up his leg as he was passing the green beans. While she was making a point of carving up her chicken into bite-sized pieces, the little vixen. Had she always been this mischievous? How had he not noticed before?
After supper, he joined Teddy and his brother on the front porch for a drink. Teddy raised a glass rim catching on the last rays of spring sun. “Here’s to a successful calving season. Couldn’t have done it without you two.”
Cody raised his glass. “Happy to help, sir.”
“How many times have I told you, my name’s not ‘sir’.”
Parker chuckled. “Old habits die hard. You
