One corner of his mouth twitched, but the frown returned as he concentrated. The puncture was easy enough to bandage, but the jagged cut on her forearm was so long that it took several non-stick pads to cover it. He wrapped a gauzy bandage around her entire forearm and tucked the ends under. She liked the way he let his hands linger as if he were reluctant to break contact. When he spoke, his voice was quiet.
“There you go. All patched up.”
“Is Mom going to be okay?” Cody asked.
“I think so, squirt,” Gabe replied. “It looked worse than it is.”
“I’m lucky,” Annemarie agreed. “If I’d turned away even half a second later, it would’ve gotten me in the face.”
“Lucky indeed.” Gabe tugged her shirt back into place and reached into the bed of his truck to grab the new post and post-hole digge
