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ever happen to him.
    He looked up from the memory to find Becca’s eyes filled with a compassion that made him squirm and lose whatever appetite he might have had left.
    “I’m sorry,” she murmured in that kind way she had. “Mutual decision or not, it still must have been painful. Is it hard for you to see her again?”
    He faked a nonchalant look. “Hard? Why would it be hard? It was all a decade ago. She’s moved on. I’ve moved on. No big deal.”
    Ridge gave what sounded like a fake cough and Trace had the same skeptical expression on his face he always wore when Taft was trying to talk him into living a little, doing something wild and adventurous for a change.
    How was it possible to love his siblings and at the same time want to throw a few punches around the table, just on general principles?
    Becca eyed him and then his brothers warily as if sensing his discomfort, then she quickly changed the subject. “How’s the house coming?” she asked.
    His brother wasn’t nearly good enough for her, he decided, seizing the diversion. “Good. I’ve got only a couple more rooms to drywall. Should be done soon. After six months, the place is starting to look like a real house inside now.”
    “I stopped by the other day and peeked in the windows,” Caidy confessed. “It’s looking great.”
    “Give me a call next time and I can swing by and give you the tour, even if I’m at the fire station. You haven’t been by in a month or so. You’ll be surprised at how far along it is these days.”
    After years of renting a convenient but small apartment near the fire station, he had finally decided it was time to build a real house. The two-story log house was set on five acres near the mouth of Cold Creek Canyon.
    “How about the barn and the pasture?” Ridge asked, rather predictably. Over the years, Taft had bred a couple mares to a stallion with excellent lines he had picked up for a steal from a rancher down on his luck up near Wood River. He had traded and sold the colts until he now had about six horses he’d been keeping at his family’s ranch.
    “The fence is in. I’d like to get the barn up before I move the horses over, if you don’t mind keeping them a little longer.”
    “That’s not what I meant. You know we’ve got plenty of room here. You can keep them here forever if you want.”
    Maybe if he had his horses closer he might actually ride them once in a while instead of only stopping by to visit when he came for these Sunday dinners.
    “When do you think all the work will be done?” Becca asked.
    “I’m hoping by mid-May. Depends on how much free time I can find to finish things up inside.”
    “If you need a hand, let me know,” Ridge offered quietly.
    “Same goes,” Trace added.
    Both of them had crazy-busy lives: Ridge running the ranch and raising Destry on his own and Trace as the overworked chief of police for an understaffed small-town force—in addition to planning his future together with Becca and Gabi. Their sincere offers to help touched him.
    “I should be okay,” he answered. “The hard work is done now and I only have the fun stuff to finish.”
    “I always thought there was something just a little crazy about you.” Caidy shook her head. “I must be right, especially if you think finish work and painting are fun.”
    “I like to paint stuff,” Destry said. “I can help you, Uncle Taft.”
    “Me, too!” Gabrielle exclaimed. “Oh, can we?”
    Trouble followed the two of these girls around like one of Caidy’s rescue dogs. He had visions of paint spread all over the woodwork he had been slaving over the past month. “Thanks, girls. That’s really sweet of you. I’m sure Ridge can find something for you to touch up around here. That fence down by the creek was looking like it needed a new coat.”
    “There’s always something that needs painting around here,” Ridge answered. “As soon as the weather warms up a little at night, I can put you both to