Geoffrey suppressed a laugh, until Tag let one escape.
“Yeah. Gramma would have played. I love my sister. Don’t get me wrong, but we’re not tight, you know. Can’t be forced. Gramma and I never had an awkward moment. Blah.” Tag scrubbed at his adorable conflicted face, as if washing away the emotion. “Now I’m starting over. If Gramma could do it that many times, hell if I can’t. It’s not about replacing someone.”
“No.”
“More like finding something else fulfilling. Special. Here I hope. I like it here. Or maybe somewhere new.”
“Here is good,” Geoffrey said softly. Already, the thought of Tag being somewhere far away was hard to think about.
“Yeah. Sometimes I make believe I live here.” Tag did another hand sweep. “This whole thing is mine, and I have a house way in back, and all this la
