both looked to the entry hall, but it was Kit who ultimately bustled off to answer the door.
Travis had been on the verge of telling Little Miss Know-It-All to take her advice elsewhere, but then she’d added that bit about hugs and stolen his fire. He could use a hug from Kit right about now. Even back when they’d been teens she’d always known the perfect thing to say.
“Long time no see…” Levi strode across the room, tan leather work boots clomping on the kitchen’s ripped and stained navy linoleum floor. “How’s it going?”
“Great,” Travis lied, finishing up Libby’s bottle by popping the nipple into the cap, then screwing on the lid before dropping the whole thing into a bowl of hot water.
“How was the rest of your day?” Levi asked Kit, pulling her in for a proprietary hug and kiss.
Travis looked away. The last thing he needed was a front-row seat to Kit and her fiancé’s afternooner—especially when he fought a keen craving for one of Kit’s hugs for himself.
“Mmm…” Kit said with a giggle. “It’s looking up now.”
Blech.
As Marlene had taught him, Travis took the bottle from the water, then squirted some onto his forearm to check the temp. Just right.
While the lovebirds kept up their cooing, Travis took Libby from her high chair, then headed for the living room rocker.
“Sorry you had to see that,” he said to the munchkin in his arms once he’d settled into the comfortable wood chair.
Libby’s big brown eyes widened as she suckled, her tiny fingers tightly gripping the bottle.
“I know,” he teased, tickling the underside of her chin. “If you weren’t so hungry, seeing them kissing would be enough to ruin your appetite, huh?”
She giggled, and a stream of formula trickled out of the corner of her mouth and down her cheek. Travis mucked it up with his tie.
“Looks like you’ve got Libby thoroughly charmed.” Kit wandered into the room, taking a seat on a lumpy floral sofa opposite the rocker. The left sofa arm looked as if a bite had been taken out of it. White stuffing escaped the hole.
Travis shrugged. “Where’s your sidekick?”
“Levi? He’s out back feeding the dogs. They usually stay in the house, but when she’s left alone, Cocoa gets cranky—hence the hole in the sofa.” She grinned, pointing to the chewed spot Travis had already noticed. “All three dogs have been in the shed since…” Her smile faded. “Anyway, now that you’ll be staying here, I imagine the pampered mutts will be glad to get back inside—although I can’t say it’s much cooler in here than it is in the shed. We should open some windows.”
“No need,” Travis said. “I was thinking of packing up Libs here and getting a motel room.”
“Why?”
“Why?” He laughed. “Look at this place. “It’s hardly the Taj Mahal. And if I don’t get some relief from this heat, I’m liable to—”
“Figuring you wouldn’t be used to our weather,” Levi said, perching on the sofa arm beside Kit, “I brought a couple window units from the store. Marlene and Gary already put one in Libby’s room and the master, but once we get others in the living room and kitchen, it should be more doable.”
“Thanks,” Travis said, “but a motel will be fine. I’ll take the dogs to the pound on my way to a realestate office to put this old place on the market.”
“You’re joking, right?” Kit held her hand to her throat. “Your sister and Gary loved this house and their dogs. And with the barn housing the daycare on the same mortgage, a large portion of the down payment was mine. Seeing how much Marlene wanted to fix up this place, I let her take the house.”
Travis rolled his eyes. “No big deal. Just buy out my sister’s share and we’ll call it yours.”
“It’s not that easy,” Kit said. “I couldn’t possibly raise that much cash.”
“Fine.” Travis rose. Libby had long since fallen asleep, so he planned on putting her down for a nap before tackling the job of hiring the army it would take to get the place ready to put on the market. However, if he turned the house over to Kit, then all he’d have to do until the judge ruled in his favor was hang out in a motel watching ESPN, holding Libby with one arm and working from his laptop with the other. “I’ll give the house to you.”
“G-GIVE IT TO ME?” KIT gulped. “No way. I couldn’t possibly accept a gift that large.”
“Why not? If Marlene loved this house as much as you say, she’d want you to have it.”
“I agree,” Levi said. “And, babe, I know we haven’t set a wedding date yet, but if we’re even thinking of starting that family you always talk about, this place would be a great place to do it.”
“That’s a good point,” Kit said more softly than she’d intended. What Levi didn’t realize was that if Travis was unable to unload the house easily, then…what? He might stay? The thought returned her to the night Marlene died. The desperation in her raspy voice.
He needs you. Save him, Kit. No matter what he says…Keep him in IdaBelle Falls long enough for him to learn there’s more to life than—
More to life than what? What had her friend been trying to say? And why, of all places, was Kit supposed to keep Travis in IdaBelle Falls to find out?
Perhaps the even bigger question was did she even want him to stay?
No.
Yes.
Maybe.
None of which got her any closer to figuring out how to handle her first love’s abrupt reentry into her life.
Chapter Four
After spending an hour helping Levi install three window air units, Travis parked himself back in the living room rocker and was about to take his first bite of that sandwich Kit had long since fixed him when a god-awful racket erupted from the kitchen.
The clacking of claws against linoleum preceded barking, then the nose-wrinkling stench of wet fur.
“Yep,” Kit said, clapping her hands while three blurs of varying colors ran in a barking circle around the living room, then out into the entry hall, through the kitchen, back into the living room, only to start the whole process again. “I’d say they’re happy to be out of the shed. Levi, hon? Do they have any canned food inside?”
“Already dishing it out, sweetie!” he sang from the kitchen.
Rubbing his forehead, Travis groaned.
Libby didn’t know how fortunate she was to be tucked away upstairs taking a nap.
Planting his sandwich on a side table, Travis stood. Hands on his hips, he said, “This isn’t going to work.”
