It had taken him hours to finally get his brother in bed, and now Courtney was late.He leaned against the side of his pickup, his hat pulled low on his forehead against the morning sun and his foot tapping impatiently as he checked his watch for the third time in the past five minutes.It was already after ten and she’d only given him an hour with Garrett to begin with. He drew in a breath and released the edge of irritation that had been with him when he’d rolled out of bed. He’d deal with Adam later, for now he just wanted to spend quality time with his son.What was up with the crazy phone call he’d just received from Courtney about toys for Garrett? If Garrett needed toys then Nick would be glad to get him some. If Garrett needed anything, Nick was all-in for being the provider.The Bensons had never really had to worry about finances. Their parents had stockpiled money that Sam had invested well after their deaths. Between the crops and the livestock, the ranch was in the black each year.Not that it mattered, but two years of work and no play in Texas had also provided a fairly healthy bank account for Nick.
