Chapter Nineteen
Dylan watched as Maggie walked away from him. Her retreat began as a slow march, that turned into a brisk walk, and finally a run. He couldn't catch up with her if he'd tried, not with his prosthetic. He'd only wind up hobbling after her, embarrassing himself even further. And so he stood still on stiff legs, watching his wife put distance between them because he'd hurt her.
Again.
Spin nosed at his pants leg. The dog looked between Dylan and Maggie's retreating form, then turned back to Dylan. Spin nosed at Dylan's leg again, pushing the fabric into the cold steel of his metal leg.
Spin c****d his head to the side in confusion. Then the dog let out a sigh, his little head shook left and right from the impact of the harsh air.
Over on the other side of the horse, Mark
