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“Mom! Did you see what Uncle Logan did? He gave us a ride in a—” Tommy looked at Logan. “What’s it called?”
“Wheelbarrow.”
Tyler ran up to Sadie. “I got to read in the hayloft.”
Sadie locked gazes with Logan. “Who knew barns could be so much fun?”
Logan’s gaze dropped to Sadie’s mouth and remained there too long to be considered a casual glance. “I better get back to work.”
“What time should Sadie return tomorrow?” Amelia asked.
Logan nodded to his grandfather. “What’s going on?”
“Amelia’s niece is gonna look over the ranch books,” Emmett said.
Sadie couldn’t be sure the shadows in the barn weren’t playing tricks with her eyes, but she swore Logan’s face grew pale. “I don’t understand.”
“I’ll explain later,” Emmett said. “When’s a good time you can help Sadie in the office?”
Logan rubbed his gloved hands down the front of his pants. “Late afternoon.”
“Can I come, Mom?” Tommy said.
“Me, too,” Tyler whispered, his eyes pleading.
“Not tomorrow, boys.” A deafening “Pleeeeease” threatened to damage her eardrums.
“I’ll watch the boys,” Emmett said.
“Gramps can play with us.” Tommy raced over to Emmett’s side.
“What are we gonna do?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. You can’t keep up with two four-year-olds,” Amelia said.
Emmett planted his knuckles on his slim hips. “I might have one foot in the grave, but I ain’t dead yet.”
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