Lorna dashed down the porch steps, wrapping her arms around her oldest child.“I told Da I’d be here.” He hugged her tighter, realizing how much he’d missed seeing his ma each day.Pulling back, she swiped away a tear and smiled. “It’s been so long, I thought you might forget.”“From now on, I’ll plan to be here every Sunday, maybe ride back with everyone after church.”Smiling, she slipped her arm through his. “Come inside and say hello to your brothers and sisters, then you can find your cousins.” Lorna knew her son well. The fact he’d taken a job in town didn’t change his need to spend time with the men who were his closest friends.“Brodie!” Jinny stood up from the piano and ran to him, jumping into his arms. At nineteen, she was a year older than Fletcher and four years younger than Brodie. “It’s about time you came to see us.” Planting a kiss on his cheek, she loosened her arms and let him set her down. “Where are the wee ones?” Brodie glanced around, listening more than looking for his youngest sister, Kenzie, and nine-year-old twin brothers, Clint and Banner.Jinny laughed, thinking how much the twins had grown in just the last few weeks.
