“Literally literal this time?”
She eyed him and he faked a laugh. “But yes. I agree with you. Lew had to at least ask.”
“Why not tell Duke that, then?”
Bryson threw up his arms. “I would! Except he had to run off with Lew right away so they could work on Beau. He was in a bad way, Amaya. We might lose him.”
“Who? Duke?”
Bryson sighed. “No, Beau! Why would we lose Duke?”
Before she could respond, Bryson’s phone rang. His heart skipped when he saw the information on the screen. “It’s the stable.” He accepted the call, already turning around and heading towards the building. “Duke?”
It wasn’t Duke, it was Lew, and Bryson’s eyes were wet by the time he ended the call.
“Okay, they have the sample, they’ve started some meds, the lavage is done—at least this round of it—and they have Beau
