No question he’s Cash’s brother. He’s got the same build: big shoulders and broad chest. But unlike Cash, he offers me a friendly smile. “Nice to meet ya, Mollie. Ella, can you say hi?” Ella doesn’t say anything, but she also smiles, a mirror image of her father’s, dimples and all. I wave at her. “Hi, Sawyer. Hi, Ella. How old are you?” Sawyer helps her hold up three fingers. “Just had a birthday, didn’t we?” “Ella get more presents?” the little girl replies. We all laugh.
