Chapter 3

When he faced the crowd, Casey’s dark eyes scanned the mourners and he cleared his throat as he shuffled a few index cards. His gaze landed on something—or someone—and he nodded, almost imperceptibly. That’s when Wade realized Casey had probably spotted his girlfriend, Allyson. She was always like a balm to his nerves—Allyson centered Casey. It had been like that since they first started dating several years back.

“My father was…a difficult man,” Casey began, his voice rough with emotion. “There’s no getting around that. But he cared in his own way.”

His gaze fell on Wade, then Landon, his lips curved into a small smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes.