Killian pushed back from his desk where he'd been working all morning and stretched. He'd spent the last two weeks catching up on what he had to do at Hart Brothers Ranch and making sure Larry Hart was okay with him taking off. After all, in a couple more weeks, all this bullshit would be over and he could get on with his life.
"I like to think of you as a friend as well as a hand here," the man told him. "I'd never stand in the way of you doing something like this. Anyway, my brothers and I know you've wanted to have your own place for a long time. While we'll hate to lose you, if this makes it possible, we wish you well." Then he clapped Killian on the shoulder. "And we'll help you any way we can."
Killian had had to turn away at that, choked up at the kindness of the man.