“Your mother was the one who stood in the muck for six hours with the shop vac,” Damon said, his tone still warm, almost admiring. “I was away on that sales trip in Toledo, and she didn’t call me once to complain. She just handled it.”

“I remember,” Jake said, his spoon tapping against his glass again. “You were gone for four days.”

Damon’s smile tightened continue reading …