But there were outdoor heaters and blankets, and she had Callie in her lap. The cartoon was funny and sweet, even bringing tears to her eyes in places. Next to her, Dylan whispered a teasing comment from time to time, but usually got silenced by his mother or one of his sisters. There were probably two dozen people watching the movie. When the credits rolled, Callie slid off her lap, still clutching the blanket they’d been using. Cool air hit and Harmony shivered. Dylan stood, holding Cash, who had fallen asleep in his arms. She smiled up at the cowboy and the little boy he held against his shoulder. He was good and kind. Callie climbed her way into his free arm and he held them both, shaking his head as he looked down at her. She knew what he was thinking, that she would need help, too. “I’ve got this,” she spoke softly, wanting to keep it between the two of them. Around them the Coopers were scattering, grabbing chairs, blankets and the younger children who hadn’t made it through the entire movie.
