Harper
“Harper?” I hear Scott call from above me.
A cow meanders over to the hay that just fell and begins to munch on it, giving me a glare. The others are very agitated, stomping their feet and mooing in various states from anger to fear.
“Scott?” I croak.
He comes down a ladder, shirtless, wearing only a pair of Wranglers. He’s sweaty, his chestnut hair plastered to his forehead. “What’s wrong? What’s the screaming about? Are you okay?”
I run to him, and completely ignoring the fact that he’s drenched in sweat, launch myself into his arms, hugging him hard. “Oh, thank God. No, everything is okay. I just couldn’t find you.”
He wraps his arms around me and drops his chin onto the top of my head. “Something’s wrong. I know you well enough to hear it in your voice, Harper.”
“I thou
