Beside Nakos, Nate hoofed it from the barn up to the house and rolled his head to stretch his neck. After the stressful search and rescue for Olivia, followed by a week of reroofing and learning the ropes from the foreman, Nate was ready to dive into a bottle of tequila. Or Pepto. Either would suffice.

Their boots crunched on gravel as a stiff wind pushed from the north. Pine tinged the air and he wouldn't be shocked if it snowed tonight, considering the drop in temp since ...