" Dylan Caine came over last night and worked with me to strip the walls.”
Her stomach tingled again as she remembered that kiss that had happened right about where her mother stood.
Laura frowned. “Which Caine brother is that? There are dozens of them.”
“Only six, Mother. He’s the youngest son.”
Laura looked baffled for a moment, trying to put the pieces together, and then her eyes widened. “Dylan. He’s the one who lives up in Snowflake Canyon. The one who lost his arm.”
“Yes,” she said calmly. “That’s the one.”
Laura stared at her. “Why would you have him help you? What can he even do without an arm?”
Kiss her until she couldn’t remember her name, for one thing. He had amazing skills in that direction, but she was quite certain her mother wouldn’t appreciate that particular insight. "

― RaeAnne Thayne , Christmas in Snowflake Canyon (Hope's Crossing, #6)