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bad,” Tag pointed out.
    He nodde d, agreeing. “True. I just… ”
    “ You came back home for a reason. Of the four of us, you’re the one who wants to make your mark here.”
    “Nothing is going to change our father’s history here,” Jace reminded him. “Not in my lifetime anyway. Or the impact he’s had on the town, good and bad. I can’t wipe that memory clean, from my mind or theirs.”
    “I didn’t expect you to. But maybe you’ll set the standard for the Rogues Hollow Morgans of our generation, and hopefully the next.”
    “What about you? What do you want?”
    “Hell, I don’t know. I only know I don’t want to be the Morgan that dissolves what three hundred years of previous Morgans fought to preserve.” He s ighed, shoved his chair back. “I could lease the place, the land, like the Sinclairs have done. But I don’t want to do that, either. I don’t need that hassle. Neither do you. And somehow it seems worse to let the place sit here and rot. Like we’re giving in to the feste ring wounds of the last thirty- odd years, letting him kill whatever’s left, with no hope of resurrection.”
    Jace looked at him, then suddenly his somber expression split into a bark of laughter. “Jesus, T. Talk about dark despair. I bet you’re a howl at parties, too.” He downed his coffee, then got up and rinsed his mug out in the sink before turning it upside down on the drain rack. He stayed there, though, hands braced on the counter, his back to his oldest brother. The silence spun out, then he took a deep breath, blew it out in one huff. “I’ll need to talk to Zan,” he said.
    Even with his impassioned plea, the instant punch in the gut, of relief, surprised him. Why did he care so damn much? “Okay. That’s good. Great, actually. Thanks.” H e said it calmly, matter-of-factl y. When, in truth, his insides were a jangle of nerves and he was at a loss to explain why.
    Jace turned. “When do you need to know?”
    “What? Oh. I—I don’t know. I guess we’d need to sign some papers over. Talk to a lawyer.” He looked at Jace. “This isn’t a caretaker offer. If you do this, it will be your name on the deed. If nothing else, it will give you leverage with the bank for a loan if you ever need one, or if Zan does for her business. Dad’s pockets were flush, but not bottomless.” He didn’t glance around the room as Jace had. He didn’t have to. Fifty years could pass, a hundred, and he’d be able to picture every last inch of this house. Some more sharply defined than others. “In fact, the more I think about it, the more I think you should rebuild here, from the ground up.” He smiled at his youngest brother. “Hell, by the time the two of you get done arguing over wallpaper and carpeting, you’ll know for sure if you’re meant to stick it out together.”
    “Very funny.” Then Jace shook his head. “But as far as the deed goes, we’ll all own it. You can put my name on the power of attorney papers, or whatever the hell, I don’t care. But I want the deed in all of our names. It’s our heritage, not just mine.” He looked up. “Or yours.”
    Tag held his baby brother’s direct gaze with new respect. They were all men now, and despite, or maybe because of their childhood, none of them were afraid to make their voices heard. He stood, stuck out his hand across the table. “Deal. Although we’ll have to hunt down Burke and Austin to get their signatures. I’m sure they’ll go for it, though.”
    Jace smiled. “I imagine they have fax machines in Milan. Tracking down Burke will be the harder part of the deal.” He rounded the table. “I guess I should break the news to Zan.”
    “If she doesn’t want—”
    Jace waved him silent. “She loves the Hollow as much as I do. Growing up on Ramsay’s plot makes her, in a way, as much a part of history here as any of us. That’s why we both came back here.” He grew serious. “You’re right, you know. Maybe part of that