Jack glanced up when he heard her. Erin was standing against the barn doors, dressed in jeans, a sweatshirt and her once white sneakers, which were now brown from walking around the ranch. He set down the pitchfork he’d been using to pitch fresh straw into one of his mares’ stall. She was due to give birth at any time. Erin looked terrified, as usual. Was it him? Or the horses? He was never sure. He only knew the girl Erin became with him was a far cry from the comfortable, flirting Erin that first attracted Joey.
Jack walked up to her. “You sure about this?”
“I looked forward to it all day.”
Her eyes were bright and her cheeks were flushed. Was she telling the truth? Could she really want to work in the barn?
He touched her shoes with the tip of his boot. “Tomorrow, stop in town and b
