AFTER THE DISHES WERE washed and other chores tended to, Brooke stepped outside onto the porch. She inhaled the warm night air, looking up at the amethyst sky as slate-colored clouds gathered on the horizon. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess and part of her felt like giving up and going back home. What should have been a quick and relatively easy trip was now turning into something difficult and confusing.
Her sad little revelation at the dinner table had left her feeling raw and anxious.
She glanced at the barn where a light shined in the window. Though everyone else had called it a day and went to their various cabins to relax before turning in, Dylan was still working. Last week Lisa had mentioned that, although Dylan was typically a hardworking man, lately he'd been nearly running him
