Tricksy was certain she"d woken the rooster up with all her moving about. But even long after the bird had made his cries, she still hadn"t seen Will all morning.
Had he left? That was his way. Will Matthews avoided confrontations at all costs. Though one look at Topher"s black eye and swollen nose told her differently.
"Ouch," she said, as Topher came out of the barn.
His eye was a light shade of blue mixed with a hint of purple. There was redness all around his nose. But instead of making him look a fright, it made him look like a rogue.
Of course it did. He was Topher.
"You should see the other guy," he said.
Tricksy"s back went straight and tension radiated out to her fingertips, pulling them into fists. "You hit Will!"
"I didn"t touch him." Topher put up his hands to ward off a
