ALL AFTERNOON BROOKE had busied herself with laundry and vacuuming then spent some time helping Frank and Randy in the spare cabin while the rain came down. They’d also piled some rusty tools and broken paraphernalia into one corner of the barn then cleaned and oiled saddles.
She never did find out where Dylan was. Nobody offered up the information and she refused to ask. It was obvious he was avoiding her. Again.
She was sick of his games.
Earlier she’d gone back to her cabin to call Syd and vent a bit. Her friend offered moral support and much sage advice, though Brooke probably wouldn’t follow any of it. Now she trudged back to the main house to make supper, grateful that the rain had let up. Hopefully it would stop and they’d get some sun.
Oliver was there, lying right in front of
