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“I’m sure Desiree could help you,” Carl said, mentioning his wife.

“I appreciate that, but there’s not much. I’ll be staying here, so there isn’t much I want to throw out.”

“Alright, son. The service was nice yesterday. A lot of people loved him.”

“Yeah, they sure did.”

“I’ll head back to the barn for now.” Carl turned to leave but faced him again. “Now might not be the time, but do you know what you’re going to do with the ranch?”

“I’m keeping it as is. You and the men will still have jobs, Carl. In fact, I’m getting in touch with Ash about it in a few days.” Logan could see the relief on the older man’s face.

“I’m glad to hear that. I’m not sure I could find another job at my age.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. I made a promise to Dad and I’m going to keep it.”

Carl smiled, put his hand out for Logan to shake. After shaking hands, Carl walked outthe door, closing it behind him.

Logan returned to the living room, then headed for his father’s bedroom. As much as he dreaded this, it had to be done, and the sooner the better.

Chapter Seven

After her shift at the bar, Dixie walked out to her car and slid into the driver’s seat. As she started the engine, she let out a scream when someone tapped on her car window. She saw Logan standing beside the car and lowered down the window.

“Logan? What are you doing here? It’s two in the morning,” Dixie asked, noticing the exhaustion written all over his face.

“I can’t sleep, Dixie. I’ve been going through dad’s belongings and it’s tearing me apart,” he replied, shaking his head. “I know I’m the last person you want to be around…”

“I’ll help you,” she offered, feeling so bad for him.

“Thank you. I didn’t realize how hard this would be. I don’t know what to keep or throw away, and just being in that house breaks my heart.”

“I’m so sorry. But Logan, you need to get some rest. You can’t keep going like this.”

“I know. I’ll head home and try to get some sleep.”

“Not just sleep, you need to rest too,” Dixie reminded him.

“I’ve tried. The only good sleep I’ve had since Dad passed was at the cabin.” He sighed. “Maybe I should go back there for a few more nights.”

“But you have to stay at your own houseeventually.”

“I know, and I will. I just need some time. Are you still off on Sundays and Mondays?”

“You remember that?”

“There are a lot of things I remember about you, Dixie.”

“Yes, I’m off those days. I can come over tomorrow around noon and help you.”

“I appreciate it. I’ll see you tomorrow then. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Please get some sleep tonight, Logan.”

“I’ll try, baby. Goodnight.” He walked away and Dixie couldn’t hold back her tears. He was clearly still struggling with his father’s passing and she wanted to do everything she could to support him.

The next day at noon, Dixie arrived at Logan’s house and parked her car. She knocked on the front door but got no response, so she let herself in and entered the kitchen.

“Logan?” She called out, placing her purse on the counter and taking off her coat and hat. “Logan?”

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