I asked. “No,” Tyra answered, but she had a smile in her voice. We were standing outside on the deck next to Tyra and Dad’s house in the foothills of Colorado outside Denver. It was two a.m. In other words, the early morning hours of Christmas Day. And it had just started snowing. The darkness before us was cut with a floodlight. Therefore, Ty-Ty and I could clearly see what was happening around the huge, tall tree at the other side of the drive. “If Shy falls off that ladder and breaks his neck, I’m blaming Dad,” I joked, and it was a joke because this wouldn’t happen. My man could do anything, including what he was right then doing up on a ladder out in the snow. “Where Tack’s standing, if Shy falls off, he’ll fall right on your father,” Tyra replied. I grinned because this was true. Out in the dark, my dad and Tyra’s husband, Kane “Tack” Allen, my man, Parker “Shy” Cage, my brother, Cole “Rush” Allen, and Shy’s brother, Landon, were all working by the bright light of the floodlight at the tree.
