Rafe left her at his house and headed into town. He wasn’t much of a drinker, but he needed something to take the edge off right now. Walking out the door was one of the hardest things he ever had to do. Life with Layla was the goal, two kids, maybe a few of their own to add in the mix. Life with Layla was an impossible dream, and he would not put those kids through another day of him being around just to be let down in a few years when she moved on to someone, or now that he knew part of the truth, somewhere else. He punched the radio buttons and found a loud screaming rock station. His foot hit the pedal, and he was burning rubber down his driveway and then throwing up gravel as he hit the path out of the Johnson Family Ranch compound. * * *“Rafe!” Lucky shouted as he walked in the door. Everything about Lucky exuded youth and freedom. “Come on back.” “How the hell are you?” Rafe smacked the young man on his back and followed him to the corner booth. Three lovely young things were waiting on him.
