Chapter Thirty-Two
Three months later
The sounds of Kate’s guitar drifted through the open window. Humming along, Cash rolled the final coat of paint on the wall behind the stone fireplace anchoring the front room of the old Klein place.
It had been a wreck the day he’d carried Kate over the threshold, but he’d never been happier. Kate had brought in a crew to help her with renovations while he’d been off leading Resolution Ranch’s inaugural crew of veterans on the same trek he’d made the previous January. But as soon as he’d returned, he’d shooed them away, insisting on finishing the final work himself.
This was his home, and he wanted to leave his mark on the walls.
“You almost done in there, hon?” Kate called through the screen. “I’ve been coolin’ my heels all afternoon.”
“Just a
