Dylan lost track of which day it was. After visiting his mother in San Antonio for the weekend, he worked the ranch, met with Kurt and Dwayne, trained his dog to go to the bathroom outside, sleep on his feet and not his face, and walk on a leash. Titan was a champion, and he looked to Dylan for everything.
He had to go through old paperwork from the sale of the ranch, print out documents from his bank, and countless other little tasks that weighed on him. Shane was going through the same thing, but he seemed better equipped to deal with a thousand and one tasks than Dylan did.
He realized that his older brother had been managing such things for fifteen years, and he appreciated Shane even more.
Dylan ached to see Hazel, inhale that frosted peach pie scent of her skin and kiss her lips.
