Chapter Ten
Wade
I shouldered through the door into the offices for the vet clinic. I was beyond frustrated today. When Jackson had called over and said he had forgotten a box of emergency supplies for the vet clinic, I had happily volunteered to drive them over.
Lucas was standing in the hallway, his daughter Rylie leaning against his hip as he idly stroked his fingers through her hair while he talked to Shay. “Well, you can count me among the people that are relieved that stallion is gone,” he said.
“What’s a stallion, Daddy?” Rylie asked, looking up at Lucas.
Lucas smiled down to her. “It’s a man horse,” he explained.
“Mischief’s a boy, and you like him,” Rylie returned, referring to a rescue horse beloved on the farm and well-known for his antics. Mischief was prone to jumping ou
