The five days crept by with the slowness of a snail climbing a fence post in February. Colton paced in front of the fireplace at Resolution Ranch.
“Coffee?” Travis offered from the kitchen. “Why don’t you have a sit? You’ve been pacing like a caged animal.”
Colt stopped, bracing an arm on the large fieldstone mantel. “You have no idea. I’ve been doing everything I can not to go out of my mind.”
Travis let out a wry laugh. “Hate to break it to you, little brother, but you’re already there.”
“s**t. I’m sorry.” He stared up at the ceiling for a count of ten. “I can get out of your hair. See if the Sinclaires have space over at their hunting lodge. Or go to Manhattan.”
“Hell, no,” Travis said, pouring him a cup of coffee. “You’re gonna park your a*s on the couch and talk to me.” Travis ro
