“Aleaha said all Indy needs is a few days of rest,” Allie murmured, brushing Indy’s hair back from her forehead. “She knows what she is talking about, Jonathan. I promise. She would never do anything to hurt Indy.”
“It’s been almost two days!” Jonathan exclaimed, lifting Indy’s delicate looking hand to his lips.
“Yes, and she has been through a lot,” Claire said in a gentle voice. “Come downstairs and I’ll fix you something to eat. You haven’t eaten hardly anything since you got back.”
Jonathan looked at the three women staring down at him as he lay on the bed at the Whitewater ranch. One of the paramedics had checked Indy out and said except for the bruise on her chin, she appeared to be fine. She was just exhausted.
Afterwards, Allie had convinced Trey into letting her borrow his SUV
