Chapter Twenty-Eight
The ranch was in chaos. Weston had sent a patrol car to block the drive. No one knew where Cash and Kate were, and that left Sterling and Travis to run double duty on the chores. Elaine repeatedly offered her help, but Travis insisted she stay inside with her feet up.
“I’m not a china doll,” she exclaimed with exasperation.
“But you are seven and a half months pregnant, and I don’t want to risk you getting injured by a spooked horse.”
“Then let Dax come with you. He’s old enough to rake the hay.”
“Please, Dad? Can I help, please?”
Travis looked from his stepson to his wife, and Sterling had to smile. The man was crazy about them. He nodded curtly, only to be assaulted at the legs by Dax wrapping him in a bear hug.
Something in Travis’s expression punched him in
