“How long are you here for?” Dean asked.

“Not sure.”

Sunny quickly lowered her gaze. Something was bothering her. Was it concern about her dad and how easily she could have lost him, too?

The Breckinridges had suffered more loss than any family should.

“Come down to the barn tomorrow,” he said, wanting to divert her thoughts away from her sudden mood change. “One of the cats had kittens not long ago. I bet the twins would like them.”

“Sounds like a good idea.”

When Sunny smiled at him, that problematic jittery feeling he often had around her kicked into high gear in his middle. This time he was the one who needed to lower his gaze to his dinner.

Think about kittens. Think about kittens. Think about kittens.

It didn’t matter how cute those barn kittens were. They were never going to be enough to shove thoughts of Sunny Breckinridge’s smile out of his mind.