Dylan could barely sleep. He’d spent an hour talking with Shane about the new German shepherd he’d just put a deposit on. Shane had been brilliant with Cinna, the dog he’d gotten last year, and Dylan wanted to train his dog up right so it would be just as good as the sheltie his brother owned.
They’d tossed names back and forth, but Dylan still couldn’t decide. And he didn’t need to right away. He couldn’t bring the pup home for another week anyway.
Home.
What a strange word. He stared at the ceiling in the loft, the soft snores of his brother soothing him. At least Austin could sleep. He’d always been able to snooze like the dead, while Dylan woke at the slightest sound. Wasn’t he nervous about touring the new ranch tomorrow? Didn’t his thoughts crowd out his exhaustion and keep him aw
