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fitted into Mo, who was built like a tank and had a nose that looked as if it had been the landing place for a number of well-aimed punches. And with that half-missing left eyebrow, Mo had some sort of warrior vibe that Kenny lacked. It probably drew women in droves. Not that she cared. She pushed the thought away. Why was she comparing the two men, anyway?
    “Booth or table?” the waitress asked as soon as they walked through the door.
    “Booth,” Kenny responded.
    Molly ignored the curious looks as they were seated.
    “Pie?” Kenny pointed to the large color ad on the wall, pretty enough to set her mouth salivating. “The chocolate-meringue pie is killer here.”
    “Better stick with the coffee.” On her short frame, any extra pounds showed way too fast. She’d gained several since Dylan’s death. She needed to stop trying to eat her grief.
    “So what was that in there with Missy Nasher?” Kenny asked with an easy smile.
    Oh, God, he’d noticed that, had he?
    She gave a dismissive shake of her head. “She never really liked me. It doesn’t matter. Old high-school rivalry.”
    Kenny drew up an eyebrow. “People who stick their noses in the air like that usually fall flat on their faces sooner or later.”
    The support felt nice. “Thanks.”
    But the truth was, even beyond Missy, she’d never been one of the popular people in town. She had never told anyone who Logan’s father’s was, which had started a rumor that he was a married man. It made most married women hate her on sight, because they wondered if it was their husband she’d slept with. And of course, married men went out of their way to avoid her so as not to fall under the cloud of suspicion.
    Some of the single guys had come around, thinking she was an easy conquest. When she turned them down, they got offended and spread false rumors to pay her back for the rejection.
    “Hullett is a small town with small-town morals. People have little to do for entertainment but gossip about their neighbors,” Kenny was saying. “Move to Pebble Creek.”
    “Because that’s, what, five hundred heads bigger?” she teased.
    “All right, then just ignore the idiots here.”
    Easier said than done. With Dylan’s death, the gossip mill was running full force again. But she nodded.
    “Must be difficult out there alone,” he said after the waitress filled their mugs.
    She took a sip, the coffee burning the tip of her tongue. She set the mug down. “I’ll manage.”
    He shook his head. “Having to go through Dylan’s things can’t be easy.”
    She closed her eyes for a second. “I haven’t done it yet.”
    He leaned forward in his seat. “If you need help—”
    She shook her head. “Not ready for that yet. But thank you.” She could handle only so much at once. Someday she would deal with all that, but for now she was still grieving.
    “You ever think about selling?”
    She forced a smile. “Are you buying?”
    He gave a white-toothed smile. “I wish I had the money. It’s a fine piece of land.”
    She nodded. The farm had been in her family for generations.
    “I have the animals,” she said. “And I like it there. It’s the only place I’ve ever lived.” The only place her son had ever lived, too.
    And it would stay that way if she got her wish. She wasn’t exactly a big fan of change. Change always brought trouble.
    Kenny stirred his coffee. “Still, out there, alone...”
    “I have the dogs.” Who weren’t exactly guard dogs, admittedly. She took another sip, more carefully than the first time. Her ranch wasn’t in Kenny’s jurisdiction, but he was so nice to her, while Shane was such a... “I think someone’s been in one of the outbuildings last night,” she blurted.
    Kenny sat up straighter, his full attention on her. “What happened? Did they take anything?”
    “Nothing’s missing. It’s weird.” She told him about the scratches on the floorboards and the rest. Then she told him about her tires.
    “You should be