Cathy Mcdavid - The Rancher's Homecoming

She was just where he’d left her, sitting cross-legged in the center of the barn floor. Sunlight poured in through cracks in the wooden walls, painting a pattern of stripes on her and the crate beside her.

“Hi, Dad.” She cradled Daffy, the smaller of the kits, in her lap, his front paws balanced on her towel-covered forearm in the manner the vet had instructed. Daffy lustily drained a bottle of kitten formula.

“How’re they doing?” Sam asked.

“They like the canned cat food!” Her face radiated delight.

“Dr. Murry says they’ll eat almost anything.”

“They licked it off a spoon.”

Sam’s earlier concern returned. “They didn’t bite you, did they?”

“Oh, Dad.”

He took that as a no and breathed easier.

“Grandpa said he can’t wait to see them.”

“Lyndsey, sweetie.” He reached for her. “You—”

She stiffened and pulled away. “Don’t say we can’t take them home.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

Withdrawing his hand, he squatted beside the crate and gave Daffy a little scratch. Porky was attempting to squeeze his apple-shaped head between the narrow openings in the crate.

“I can’t believe how much difference one day makes.”

“Porky purred and kneaded my arm when he ate.”

“No fooling?” Sam attempted to pet Porky. The kit jerked instantly back and growled at him, his fur standing on end. He looked and sounded more comical than threatening.

“Dad! Be careful. You’ll hurt him.”

“Hurt him? What about me?” Sam inspected his hand. “I’m the one who almost lost a finger.”

“It’s instinctive. You have to move slowly.”

He turned at the sound of Annie’s voice.

She stood in the entrance to the barn, wearing her NDF uniform and holding an empty cage.

“Hey. Thanks for coming by.” He pushed to his feet, noticing the exhaustion on her face. “You okay?”

“Just beat. We ran erosion and water repellency tests all day in the field.”

Despite her busy schedule, she’d found time to locate a cage for Lyndsey and deliver it. If he could, he would take her in his arms and the hell with the consequences.

“Sounds grueling.”

“It was.”

She must have seen the urge reflected in his eyes because she retreated a step—just like she’d done yesterday when they first met and again last night when he picked her up on the way home.

Would she ever stop being wary of him? And if she did, what then?

Nothing, he thought. Even if they were able to move past their unhappy history, the timing was off, for both of them, and no amount of wishing would change that.

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