On Friday morning, Abby was still trying to come to terms with all that had happened in the last week. She’d gone from telling one brother that years ago she’d had—and lost—his child, to having another declare that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Granted, Trent hadn’t come out and asked her to marry him or anything, but the implication had been clear.
She was at her desk going through her e-mails when Max popped his head out of his office. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Sure.” Abby made sure any sensitive items were put away, and then headed into his office.
“Close the door,” he said as soon as she entered.
Abby did as he requested, his tone causing her anxiety to skyrocket. “What’s going on?”
“I just hung up with my mother.”
Over the last two days, Jacob Collin
