“He was too busy,” Jack teased. “Probably took all of his strength just to get out of that bed.”

“Now, now,” Uncle Ennis said mildly. “Becca’s a nice girl and your brother’s an adult. Let’s leave things alone, shall we?” He lifted his coffee cup to his lips and took a sip, then added, “But you do look like hell.”

Caleb and Jack snickered.

Hank made a face at them and gulped his coffee. So he hadn’t been getting much sleep lately. Didn’t matter. Other things were more important . . . like spending time with Becca. Watching movies with Becca. Sliding between Becca’s thighs and staying there for hours while she tugged at his hair and made all those sexy whimpers like she was dying to be noisy and couldn’t because she didn’t want to wake up Libby. “I can always take a nap here,” he drawled, draining his coffee and then pouring himself another cup.

“If you’re tired, you can take a nap,” Uncle Ennis declared. “Never let it be said I ran my employees into the ground. Where’s Libby this morning?” His uncle loved the little girl almost as much as Hank did.

“With Becca,” Hank told him. “She’s helping out at the salon and then they’re getting some shoes for school tomorrow.”

“School?” Jack straightened, disgusted.

Caleb’s brows went up.

“Pre-K,” Hank explained. “For learning how to be friends and shit.” It sounded like crap to him, but Becca was excited for Libby, and Libby was excited, so he was trying to be excited, too.

“I think it’s good,” Uncle Ennis declared with a nod. “That little girl needs friends her age.”

“But why?” Jack wanted to know. He frowned at Hank. “Why’s she need to make friends here? We’re not staying.”

He had a point, but Hank didn’t say anything. It was just for the summer. The session was eight weeks, according to the paperwork Becca had made him read. Didn’t seem like that long a time, and he wasn’t ready to head back just yet. The cabin would be falling to pieces and needing all kinds of repairs, and their equipment in storage was going to need tune-ups and work done if they didn’t use them before the cold weather hit, but he found he wasn’t in a rush. Not right now.

“When are you going back?” Uncle Ennis asked, curious.

“Calving’s done,” Jack said. “We can train up whoever you need first, of course, but . . . soon? We need to get back to Foxtail before the snows hit.”

He wasn’t wrong. They’d need time to get supplies, get their gear in working order, and repair anything out of order. Living outside of Foxtail wasn’t an easy life, that was for sure, and you had to be prepared.