Chapter 4
Kyle woke to silence. For long moments, he lay still, eyes closed, trying to orient himself. There was no sense of motion from sleeping on the bus. None of the city noises he’d grown accustomed to on the road. He heard none of the muted sounds of Nashville traffic from his loft. Cracking his eyes, he registered he was on a sofa, in a house he hadn’t seen in more years than he cared to count.
The farm.
Abbey.
Rolling to his back, he scrubbed both hands over his face, and his whole body twinged from wedging his six-foot frame onto too short a couch. Abbey had offered him a guest room, but he’d opted for the sofa in case Granddaddy needed something in the night because he figured if he didn’t, she would, and she’d looked ready to drop last night. Besides, after all these years o
