“On the ranch,” Logan replied, relieved.
“What are you doing there?” Now there was an edge to Dylan’s tone; he sounded vaguely suspicious.
“Not much of anything, right at the moment,” Logan said, scratching Sidekick’s ears. “The place is going to hell in a wheelbarrow. Thought I’d fix it up a little—my part of it, anyway.”
Another silence followed, pulsing with all the things neither one of them dared say.
“What’ve you been up to, Logan?”
Was it brotherly interest, that question, or an accusation? Logan decided to give Dylan the benefit of the doubt. “Quit the rodeo, got married and divorced a couple of times, started a business. What about you?”
“There are similarities,” Dylan said quietly. “I’m not rodeoing anymore, either. No wives, current or ex, but I do have a two-year-old daughter. Her name’s Bonnie—or it was the last time I heard. Her mother’s changed it half a dozen times since the kid was born.”
Logan closed his eyes. His own brother had a child, his niece, and he hadn’t known the little girl existed. “The last time you heard? Don’t you see Bonnie, Dylan?”
For a moment, the connection seemed to crackle, then Dylan took a breath. “Not much,” he admitted. “Sharlene’s supposed to share custody, but she doesn’t.”
“Maybe I could help you with that,” Logan heard himself say.
“Yeah,” Dylan retorted, and the edge was back in his voice. “You’re a lawyer. I keep forgetting.”
I’m also your brother.
“Look, if you decide you need legal advice, give me a call. If not, that’s okay, too. I just called because—”
“Why did you call, Logan?” A challenge. That was like Dylan—to assume Logan must be up to something, if he’d made contact after all this time.
“I guess being back home made me a little nostalgic, that’s all,” Logan said.
“Home?” Dylan echoed, downright testy now. “Where’s that?”
Logan said nothing.
“What do you want?”
The words hurt Logan a lot more than he would have admitted. “Nothing,” he said. “I just thought we could talk.”
“You’re planning to sell your share of the ranch, aren’t you? That’s why you’re hiring contractors and buying lumber. So you can nick some Hollywood type for a few million?”
Ah, the grapevine, Logan thought. Dylan knew he was fixing up the ranch house, because he still had sources in town. Asking where he was had been a formality.
“I’m not selling,” he said evenly. “I’m here to stay. And if you’re thinking of liquidating your share of the place, I’ll match anybody else’s offer.” That train of thought led to Briana Grant, since she was living in Dylan’s house, and following it got Logan into trouble. He was a beat late realizing he’d said the wrong thing.
“If I was going to sell my ten thousand acres—and I’m not—I sure as hell wouldn’t let you buy me out.”
Here we go, Logan thought. “Why’s that?”
“You know why. Because of the things you said about Dad.”
“I was wrong, okay? I should have been more respectful—kept my opinions to myself. I’m sorry, Dylan.”
More silence. Dylan would have been prepared for a counterattack, but the left-field apology probably threw him a little.
“Dylan? Are you still there?”
Dylan sighed audibly. “I’m here.”
“And ‘here’ is where?”
“L.A.,” Dylan said. “I had a meeting with my agent and a few studio people—I’m doing some stunt work for a movie. They’re filming up in Alberta, starting next week.”
“You like that kind of work?” Logan asked. He couldn’t imagine why anybody would, but then it couldn’t be any more dangerous than rodeo, and they’d both taken a turn at that.
“It’s a living,” Dylan answered. “Pays my child support.”
Logan took the plunge, though he knew the water would be cold. “I’m thinking of running some cattle on the ranch. Buying some horses, too. Maybe you’d like to be a partner?”
“We wouldn’t get along for ten minutes,” Dylan said, but there was something wistful in the way he said the words.
Logan laughed. “We never did,” he replied. “But we had a lot of fun in between brawls.”
More silence.
Then Dylan laughed, too. “Yeah,” he said.
It was the first thing they’d agreed on in a decade.
“You going to call Ty?” Dylan asked.
“At some point.”
“Well, tread lightly when you do. And don’t give my name as a reference—he’s seriously pissed at me right now.”
“Why?” Logan asked, though he could imagine a thousand reasons—not the least of which was Tyler’s tendency to be a hothead.
But Dylan shut him down. “Too personal,” he said coolly. This is between Ty and me. You’re on the outside,
looking in. “Look, Logan, it was good to hear from you, but I’ve gotta go. Big date.”
“Right,” Logan replied. He and Dylan had been civil to each other. When he saw Cassie the next morning, he could honestly say he’d tried. “Good luck with the movie.”
Dylan said thanks and hung up.
Logan looked down at Sidekick, who was gazing soulfully into his eyes.
“One down, one to go,” he told the dog.
Sidekick whimpered.