AFTER THEY RETURNED to the world from their honeymoon, the next few months were exactly as challenging as Brendan had suspected. And feared. He was travelling back and forth between Denver more than he wanted, the slide into colder weather on the farm was grueling, and a Katie approaching surgery was a Katie in the very worst of her anxiety. But they were a united front and did what was necessary. That there was never any shortage of work to bury themselves in, was largely a blessing.
Katie was, predictably, a terrible, stubborn patient who wanted to do too much too soon from the moment she woke up from the anesthesia. Brendan was glad he’d talked her into deciding not to even think about looking for their own place until she was comfortably back on both feet. He loved her, but having her
