The sun still hadn’t crested the horizon. He filled himself a cup of coffee and walked to the table. “You’re up early.” “Don’t sleep much,” Zane said. “I can help around today, I just have to get my truck from Duncan’s.” At least the nightmares were minor and I got some shuteye. “No you don’t.” He forked some eggs into his mouth. “Cade and I—” He closed his mouth when Nate pointed. Cracking his neck, Zane padded to the door where he hit the outside switch and went to his truck. I’ll be damned. He opened it, the light illuminating the keys dangling from the ignition and the sheet of paper on the steering column. Zane snagged it and read the words printed there. Welcome Home “Thanks, Zoë.” He swiped the keys and backed out before shutting the door. For a moment there he wasn’t sure she’d even cared he’d returned as distant as she’d been.
