The rented vacation house just outside Sedona was even better than he remembered from all those years ago. The house was Frank Lloyd Wright inspired, with glass, stone, and wood set against a stunning backdrop of red rock formations, pinyon pines, and the oak trees for which the canyon and creek were named. When he’d called his real estate agent this morning in a last minute effort to try to find something similar that was available for the next few days, he’d been surprised to discover the place was still a by-the-day rental for tourists and wasn’t booked. After spending the afternoon exploring the surrounding area, conversation at the dinner table had been quiet, but comfortable. Afterward, RJ had volunteered for kitchen duty, since Grant and Patti had cooked. While he’d loaded the dishwasher, RJ smiled at the easy laughter that spilled from the back of the house as the other two put a very tired Annie to bed. Based on their brief conversation at the restaurant the other night, RJ knew Patti wanted Grant, and she sure as hell wanted children.
