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.
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