I nodded, surprised that he remembered. “Are your parents stil in good health?” He smiled wide. “Oh, yeah. My mom is as sassy as ever, my dad just happy to have me back in the business. He’s pushing me to expand the stables in a big way.” “I thought you were retired,” I teased. He laughed. “DeMoss men don’t retire…we die in a ful sweat.” I had seen Redford in a ful sweat, and it was to die for. “A-aren’t your siblings stil involved in the business?” “Both my brothers and both my sisters, and they’re good. So good that I don’t feel very useful most of the time.” His brothers were older, I remembered, his sisters younger. “Which one has the little girls?” I asked, although I felt as if I was prying. “My brothers are both single,” he said. “One of my sisters is married now—Sarah. She’s the one with the little girls—Janie and Maggie.” I resisted the urge to ask more questions about his family. I didn’t need to know. With a start, I wondered how much—if anything—they knew about me.
