Restless, Dillon paced the front porch of Chase's house. All he could think about was how much he wanted to see and talk to Avri. Now was the right time. He was ready. Past ready.

Jumping over the few front steps, he jogged to the barn. The sun had already gone down and the night air had turned cold. He drove his new truck into Saddle Creek.

He parked, staring at a house he almost didn't recognize. When he'd visited there many years ago, chasing one of the Sutter girls, ...