Jim kept looking for a window of opportunity to make the suggestion, but dinner came and went, and Grandpa asked for Ronnie’s help with the chickens since they’d been gone all day, and he was stuck staring at the clock as the sun was going down, wondering if this was fate’s way of telling him not to push his luck. After all, it’d been a good day, all things considered. Ronnie received great news from the doctor, and they had time to be together on the drive to and from Lincoln without having to worry about censoring themselves because of an audience. It had felt like old times wrapped up with a little bit of new. Maybe the fact Jim couldn’t get things out of his head was a sign, as long they didn’t get in the way of the progress they’d made.
Except when Ronnie came back inside, smelling o
