Austin blinked at Dylan and then Shane. “She has what?”
“A boyfriend,” Dylan said.
“Our mom?”
Our “Yes,” Shane said, sitting at the bar with a cup of coffee. “She’s bringing him for Christmas.” He returned to the notebook that he carried everywhere with him. It contained everything about the ranch, and he studied it, added notes to it, and stapled things inside constantly.
Austin wasn’t sure how to feel. “How long have they been dating?”
“Six months.” Shane scratched out another sentence and turned the page. “She didn’t say anything at Thanksgiving, because she wanted it to be about us and the ranch.”
Of course she did. Austin knew his mother to be the most selfless person on the planet. Still, he couldn’t quite imagine her holding hands with a man, or wanting to go through another r
