Hazel bustled around the small kitchen, making coffee. Dylan had retreated to his favorite couch. He’d fallen quieter and quieter the closer they got to the cabin. Now he sat silently looking at something on his phone.
Sure, they didn’t have WiFi or access to the Internet or email, but he could be reading or playing a game.
Her throat felt like someone had taken her tongue out and tied it in a knot before putting it back in. He’d shared his deeply personal story, and she’d tried to soothe him with, “you have your ranch family now,” and, “I’ll help you find a dog.”
But he obviously still carried a lot of baggage and emotion over the loss of his ranch and family, as he should. He hadn’t said how long ago it was, but it had to be years and years. He’d been at Grape Seed for almost five yea
