Forty-Six
Special Delivery
I park Finan’s truck in front of his cabin and then jog with Humboldt over to my place so I can feed him and maybe pour myself a glass of wine to calm the head-to-toe jitters.
I’m just pulling the cork when there’s a knock, met by a single bark as the door opens and Catrina’s face pops through. “Oh, tell me you have a glass of that to spare,” she says.
“Of course! Come in!” I hurry over to relieve her of the familiar cactus-leather satchel. Definitely from Rupert. And when I take it from her hand, she almost wilts against me. “Hey, you OK?”
She wraps her arms around me in a tight hug. I hear her sniff against my shoulder. Then she pushes away. “I’m exhausted.”
“Is Rupert …”
“He’s a fighter, Lara. And he’s feeling better already, or so he said when he shooe
