His moss-green eyes brighten.
“How much?”
“Just under twelve acres.”
Now he's really interested.
“And there's this enormous old barn sitting at the back of the property.”
“Wait, do you mean the old Milford place?”
I’m not sure, so I shrug.He chuckles.
“I know that place, it’s close to my garage.So, what are you going to do with it?”
I can't stop smiling.
“I'm going to save it.”
“Yeah?The house and the old barn?”
“Yep.”
He blinks.
“What for?”
“I want to turn the barn into a rehabilitation and rescue center.”
His expression softens.
“For injured animals?”
“For anything that needs help.”
I start counting on my fingers.
“Senior dogs nobody wants anymore.”
He nods.
“Injured wildlife until they can be released.”
Another nod.
“Farm animals that have been neglected.”
His smile grows.
“Exotics that need temporary placement.”
By now he's looking at me like I've hung the moon.
“I know it's ambitious.”
“Honey...”
He reaches over and takes my hand.
