Darren had barely settled into his new home—most of which sat empty as he owned two pieces of furniture. A bed and a recliner—before he boarded a plane with Ben and flew to Billings.
Sam and Bonnie were hosting Thanksgiving dinner at their farm in Coral Canyon, and Logan and Layla were coming.
Rae was too far along in her pregnancy to fly, and she and her mother had volunteered to help out with the church meal. Pastor Gray sponsored a holiday meal for anyone who didn’t have family in the area to celebrate with. “No one should have to eat alone on Thanksgiving,” he’d said from the pulpit a few weeks ago. He was a master at getting people to volunteer to help others, and Darren half wished he could stay home and fry a turkey for the church get-together.
After all, he didn’t really want to
