By the time Felicity limped into her dark cottage on Bartlett Street, it was just past midnight. And for someone who rose before the sun, that equaled pure exhaustion. She’d refused to leave Dwayne’s side until his parents and sister had arrived at the hospital. She’d met them all and then retreated to the waiting room, where she’d sat with Kurt.
The foreman had reported that the fences surrounding the bull pens had been fixed, and all the bulls were back where they belonged.
Dwayne had a separated shoulder and he’d been sent home. She’d left at the same time as him, and he’d smiled and waved with his left hand. She was sure she’d find him in the stable in the morning, and a sick feeling squirmed in her stomach.
She filled a teapot with water and set it on the stove. As far as she was c
