“I’ve been thinking,” Caleb said slowly, almost unsure of his own words. “I want a family.”
Wilkins chuckled dryly. “Well, son, most folks start with a wife first.”
Caleb’s jaw tightened. “I’m not like most folks.”
That was true. At thirty-five, Caleb Dawson had spent most of his life alone. His parents had died when he was young, and he’d built everything he had from grit and silence. He didn’t fear hard work. He feared something else—coming home to nothing forever.
