ALL DAY LONG SHE HELPED with simple tasks. She'd carried bales of hay, learned how to milk a cow, and tried her hand at mending the fence with Frank. Though she wasn't cut out to be a handyman, she did her best and without any complaining. Every muscle in her body ached and, if it hadn't been for the gloves Dylan had given her later in the morning, she'd most likely be dealing with blisters the size of quarters as well.
It was nine o'clock and dinner had been over hours ago. Lisa had helped her out in the kitchen again, though she could tell the woman was eager to get back outdoors so Brooke did her best to tackle as much as she could by herself. After clearing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen she went to her cabin, took a shower, and fell into bed.
Before going to sleep she called
