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for a moment I thought he might throw his phone across
the room, but instead he let out the tension and allowed his phone to fall into
the sheets beside him.
    “Is there anything I can do?”
I asked quietly, not that I had any idea what that might be. He didn’t answer
right away and he didn’t turn around. I waited, kneeling behind him, wanting to
touch him but not knowing if I should.
    Finally he sighed, slapped
his hands on his knees, and stood. When he turned I saw all of him, beautiful
and so strong. Too strong for the distress I saw in his eyes or the worry that
furrowed his brow.
    “I have to go. Again. I’m
sorry.”
    “If there’s anything I can
do…”
    He took me up suddenly in his
arms and buried his face in my hair. His whole body felt tense, reaching
towards me even as he pulled me into him. He knelt on the bed with one knee and
inhaled deeply at my throat.
    “Wait up for me.”
    The hollow space in my chest
throbbed painfully beneath his husky voice. “ Yes ,” I promised. “Of
course.”
    I reached to touch his face,
but he pulled away before I could. I sat back on my heels, mute and dumb as I
watched him collect his clothes and shove all his emotion deep down so that no
one outside my bedroom could see them.
    “Apparently my Uncle Tommy
showed up and offered to buy the farm from my grandpa.” Jason shook his head as
he laced up his boots. “Offered far below its worth. Garton didn’t just refuse,
he pulled a shotgun on him. Then my uncle threatened to have him committed. You
can about imagine how well that went.”
    I groaned. I could imagine
Garton, the full six and a half feet of him, swinging the shotgun around like a
crazy, cartoon hermit. It had something to do with the land or the water, but
these Midwest men had fire in their veins, unlike the rest of us mortals. They
lived forever, quiet and self-determined, until threatened and then hell hadn’t
the carnage of a Nebraska man protecting his own.
    “He’s lucky Garton threatened
first.”
    “Jonathan hounds grandpa for
the farm every day, but we all know Jonathan has no head for it. Uncle Tommy’s
trying to rob him blind and not even being all that sneaky about it. Honestly,
I don’t blame him for wanting to disown us all.”
    Jason stood up, shoved his
wallet into his back pocket and returned to the bedside to stand in front of
me.
    “And you?” I asked. “What do
you want for him?”
    “Retirement. I think he
should sell the farm, not necessarily to family, and move into town with mom.
She’s offered to turn the second floor into an apartment. He’d have access to
his friends and his family and he could let someone else take care of the land
who has a vested interest in it.”
    “But?”
    Jason frowned. “Right now I’m
the only one he’s willing to talk to because I haven’t made any demands of him.
If I tell him what I think he should do, he’ll believe he has no one on his
side. I have to let him make the choice for himself.”
    “Maybe you should tell him
exactly that,” I said carefully, well aware of how precarious this moment was.
It was definitely more than sex. “Sometimes…sometimes making decisions about
your life means listening to the people who are most important to you. The
people who will spend their lives along side yours. He respects you, Jason.
He’ll listen. You said it yourself, he’s not a child. He knows he can’t keep up
how he used to, but no one is giving him an option he thinks he can live with.
Maybe that should be you.”
     “You don’t know my
grandfather very well.” He hesitated like he was going to bend down and kiss
me, but instead he ran a hand through his hair and headed for the door. “I’ll
think about it.”
     
     
     
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    Shabby chic. That became the
wedding watchword. In a lapse of good judgment, and also because Jason was
kissing his way up my leg from my toes, I’d have done anything to get my mother
off the phone when she called to ask if