He'd lost his parents when he was 18 years old.
If he hadn't had Bonnie to take care of…well he wasn't sure he would have survived it.
But he did have Bonnie. She was his sister. His girl. He needed to protect her no matter what happened. His whole life since then had been about taking care of her, giving her the best he could, keeping the farm and the house and everything going. All of it was for her.
Mimi Clark wanted to take that all away. Take his farm, his home, so he would have nothing left to give his sister.
He'd only let her stay in the house because she had no where else to go and hey, he was a nice guy. It was the only reason…no matter what his sister said. The only reason.
He had no idea why his heart had pumped harder when she'd walked out the door of his house. When he thought that he'd be on one side of the bridge and she'd be on the other.
No idea why he let her come back and live in the house she had tried to take from him even when he knew it was a bad idea.
No idea why the only thought going through his head when he'd been holding a gun on the men in his front yard was that he had to protect his girls.
His girls.