The room exploded in a circus of sound and gesticulations, everybody shouting at once. If it wasn’t so awful, the scene before her might be funny. For starters, Lydia’d never seen her mother apoplectic, or Travis murderous. “Colton Kincaid, I don’t care how angry you are,” blustered Dottie. “You will not swear in church.” “What did I tell you about breaking her heart?” Travis thundered, looming over Colton. Lydia stared down at her new boots, arguably her best work yet, willing the floor to swallow her up. This was all too much. She needed time to think, to sort this out with Colton. In private, not in front of her family and friends who’d appointed themselves judge and jury. But she couldn’t hide from this, and she darned well wasn’t going to leave Colt to fend for himself with this cr