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“Wasn’t going to give you any.” He sat back down. “Anything else?”
“Just one other thing.” He sighed. “Since she’s young. I assume she might want kids.”
Jake nodded. “We’ve talked about that. While you’re wrapping your head around your father being…a man. You best wrap your head around the fact that you might have another sibling or two down the road.”
Sawyer smiled. “Shit.”
“Yeah. Just when I got you three raised up.”
“I guess that might be kind of cool.”
“If we’re done here, it should be about dinnertime.”
“We’re done, Dad. Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For always being willing to talk. No matter how difficult it might be.”
Jake put his hand on Sawyer’s shoulder as they passed through the barn. “Next time talk to me before you trap yourself under a two-hundred pound weight.”
“I totally had it.”
Jake shook his head. “If I hadn’t shown up, you’d still be there.”
Sawyer laughed. “Someone else would’ve come along, eventually.”
“I suppose we would’ve missed you sooner or later.”
They went into the house, through the mudroom and into the kitchen. Sage was at the stove stirring a pot of beef stew and Sawyer came up behind her to reach for a dinner roll, sitting on a pan next to her. She elbowed him.
“Hey.” She turned, then wrinkled her nose. “You stink.” She looked at Jake. “Make him take a shower first, Dad.”
Jake shook his head. “That would require us waiting to eat. And I’m hungry.” He sat down, then looked at Sawyer. “Maybe you could wash your hands. Comb your hair. Perhaps change your shirt.”
Sawyer sighed, then grabbed a second rolland headed for the stairs. “I’ll be back in five. Don’t start without me.”
Sage looked at Jake. “We’re not waiting for him.”
Jake held up his bowl. “Fill it up. Like I said, I’m hungry.”
J.T. watched Jake dip into his stew. “How was your trail ride?”
“Good. Went to the swimming hole in the creek.”
“The water’s probably pretty low this late in the year.”
“Yeah. And cold. But it’s still a beautiful spot.”
When Sawyer returned in a clean t-shirt, he stopped in the doorway. “Thanks for waiting.”
“Have a seat, son. The stew is great.” Jake looked at Sage. “This tastes just like Dad’s.”
“That’s because he’s supervised and micromanaged me through the process so many times.”
Jake laughed. “I believe my father is about back to his old self.”
Sawyer dipped his third roll into his stew. “Where is Granddad?”
