Laurel’s parents were arriving any minute. Because she wanted to reach for the antacids in her purse, she headed out to the barn instead, hoping to find Sebastian. Her own chores had already been finished an hour ago, courtesy of the fact that she’d woken even before the rooster began to crow. The only reason she knew she’d slept at all was the stress nightmare she’d jerked out of in a cold sweat. First one in two weeks. Except instead of the usual nightmare about being literally caged at a high-powered law firm, this time she’d dreamed she told her parents her decision and been cut off from the family. Given the imminent possibility of that reality, she hadn’t been able to do more than choke down coffee.
She found Sebastian in the tack room. Knowing Logan was up at the house, cleaning up
