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“You gonna partner up with Billy? You’ve got bulls up in Montana, right? Is he gonna raise broncs in Crested Butte, or both?”

“Not sure yet, but how the hell do you know so much about it already? Billy and I have barely talked about it ourselves.”

“I got my sources well placed.”

“You know enough to have an opinion. What is it?”

“It’s ambitious, but it’s been done.”

“Fair enough. Back to your brother. Does he know how to work with rough stock?”

“I’m sure he could handle it.”

“What’s he doin’ now?”

“Drivin’ a truck.”

“And you’re thinkin’ he should move to Colorado, maybe to Crested Butte, and work with me, Billy, and Ben.”

“Damn, Jace, you catch on quick.”

“Gotta get him over here if you want us to hire him.”

“I’m workin’ on it. Easier said than done.”

They talked for most of the afternoon, out on the winery’s patio, with a view of Front Range mountains.

“Can you drive?” he asked.

“Yeah, I stopped drinking a couple hours ago.”

Jace looked at the bottle and realized it was still half full. He’d slowed down quite a bit himself.

“Since there isn’t much food at Billy’s, you wanna come back to the house in the glen with me? I could make us some dinner.”

“I’d like that. If you don’t mind.” He’d missed Palmer Lake and the glen, where Lyric lived, in a house she shared with Bree.

He held his breath when he walked in the front door of the craftsman-style bungalow, and then breathed in deeply. Bree. He could smell her perfume, so faint that maybe he only imagined it. God, he missed her.

He looked over at the sofa and thought about the night they’d fallen asleep there, back when they couldn’t stand each other. It was the same night he’d picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. And the same night she’d reached out to him and begged him not to leave.

He and Lyric talked late into the night. Jace had forgotten how much he liked her. He regretted that it had been so long since he saw her.

“You wanna stay? You could sleep in Bree’s bed. Not like it’ll be the first time or nothin’,” she poked him.

“Sounds good to me. If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t offer things if I don’t want to.”

He laughed. He did know that about her.

If he was lucky, Bree’s sheets would still smell like her, the way the rest of the house did. It would make his dreams that much better.

He woke with a start right around sunrise. Tucker. It had been a long time since he’d felt his twin, but he recognized it for what it was. His brother was anxious, conflicted, and confused. Much as he was.

Today was the day. Jace could feel it. One way or another, he was going to see Tucker, and maybe even meet his nephew.

When he looked at his phone, there were two missed calls, one from his dad and one from Bree. Neither had left a message.

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