“I’m sorry,” she said. “It was a long drive and I’m operating on little sleep.”
“I’m sure seeing Aaron and thinking he was Andrew brought back a lot of unhappy memories,” her mother sympathized. “But Aaron’s presence here has nothing to do with Wade or any of that unpleasantness last year, Hannah. Actually, he’s going to be staying for a while, working with your dad.”
“Oh. Well, that’s—” Hannah swallowed audibly. “That’s nice. I need to sit down.”
While the others all gathered around Hannah, helping her to a chair, fetching water and food for her, asking questions and talking about all she had missed, Shelby slipped her hand beneath Aaron’s arm again with a soft laugh. “If it’s not one drama, it’s another in this family. Maybe you’d like to run while you can?”
His attention focused on her pretty smile, he had to bend his head for a quick kiss, regardless of how many members of her family were in the room. “Too late. I think I’m hooked.”
“Well, don’t expect me to throw you back.” She leaned against him, smiling happily. “I caught you, I’m keeping you.”
Kissing her again, more slowly this time, he decided he had no problem with that. He’d been looking a long time for his place in the world. He’d always believed he would know when he found it.
He knew now. He was home. With Shelby. And this adventure was going to last a lifetime.
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Chapter One
“Come on, Luke. Come on, buddy. Hang in there.”
Her wipers beat back the sleet and snow as Caidy Bowman drove through the streets of Pine Gulch, Idaho, on a stormy December afternoon. Only a few inches had fallen but the roads were still dangerous, slick as spit. For only a moment, she risked lifting one hand off the steering wheel of her truck and patting the furry shape whimpering on the seat beside her.
“We’re almost there. We’ll get you fixed up, I swear it. Just hang on, bud. A few more minutes. That’s all.”
The young border collie looked at her with a trust she didn’t deserve in his black eyes and she frowned, her guilt as bitter and salty as the solution the snowplows had put down on the roads.
Luke’s injuries were her fault. She should have been watching him. She knew the half-grown pup had a curious streak a mile wide—and a tendency not to listen to her when he had an itch to investigate something.
She was working on that obedience issue and they had made good strides the past few weeks, but one moment of inattention could be disastrous, as the past hour had amply demonstrated. She didn’t know if it was arrogance on her part, thinking her training of him was enough, or just irresponsibility. Either way, she should have kept him far away from Festus’s pen. The bull was ornery as a rattlesnake on a hot skillet and didn’t take kindly to curious young border collies nosing around his turf.
Alerted by Luke’s barking and then the bull’s angry snort, she had raced to old Festus’s pen just in time to watch Luke jig the wrong way and the bull stomp down hard on his haunches with a sickening crunch of bone.
Her hands tightened on the steering wheel and she cursed under her breath as the last light before the vet’s office turned yellow when she was still too far away to gun through it. She was almost tempted to keep going. Even if she were nabbed for running a red light by Pine Gulch’s finest, she could probably talk her way out of a ticket, considering her brother was the police chief and would certainly understand this was an emergency. If she were pulled over, though, it would mean an inevitable delay and she just didn’t have time for that.
The light finally changed and she took off fast, the back tires fishtailing on the icy road. She would just have to trust the salt bags she carried for traction in the bed of the pickup would do the job. Even the four-wheel drive of the truck was useless against black ice.
Finally, she reached the small square building that held the Pine Gulch Veterinary Clinic and pulled the pickup to the side doors where she knew it was only a short transfer inside to the treatment area.
She briefly considered carrying him in by herself, but it had taken the careful efforts of both her and her brother Ridge to slide a blanket under Luke and lift him into the seat of her pickup. They could bring out the stretcher and cart, she decided.