Bonnie stared at Ben. “What do you mean he wasn’t supposed to be here until later? You knew he was coming?”
Ben shrugged one shoulder and looked to Rae for help. “He came to get Lady,” Rae said in a soothing voice, her eyes kind and anxious. “He’s staying for a week.”
“A week?” Bonnie couldn’t avoid him for a week. She had appointments and visits and volunteering—and lessons. “So I can’t come to the farm this week. Is that it?”
a week“You can come any time you want,” Ben said.
Bonnie scoffed, her blood on fire. Sam couldn’t be here. Not yet. Bonnie had only had a week to put her plans in motion, and she wasn’t ready to see him. Not yet.
She paced away from Ben and Rae, ran her hands through her hair, and tried to think. She returned to her friends and said, “I need more time.”
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