Rory was returning from the corral—halfway through turning out the horses—when Rex whimpered and pressed in close to him. Rory bent to pet the dog in reassurance.
Rex sure was behaving weirdly. Then he heard a car coming up the driveway. It parked in the yard and the driver’s door opened and an obviously pregnant Tonya levered herself out. She spied Rory, smiled, and waddled over.
“Hi, Rory, she said cheerily.
Rory managed a quick nod in greeting, ice starting to flow through his veins.
Rex whined.
“Is Zane around? I, uh…sort of need to speak with him.” She rubbed her bump.
Rory swallowed, opened his mouth, closed it and swallowed again. “Equipment barn.” He was shaking but his raised arm in the direction of the said barn was hopefully steady enough for the trembling not to be notice
