An hour and a half later Clara yawned, reaching for the can of soda she always kept on her desk and popping the top. She downed half the contents in one go. A quick glance at her cell phone revealed no missed calls or texts. Not even so much as a peep from Asher. A touch of anxiety began to wrap tendrils around her heart. Normally he got back to her within minutes, an hour at the latest if he was out riding. But here it was, the afternoon having grown into evening and nothing. After everything with Dodger and dealing with Stewart, well, a bit of loving sounded like a good idea.
Miss Maggie rapped her knuckles on the doorframe, poking her head into the office. She looked as worn out as Clara and who could blame her? Clara required her assistance in treating Dodger. It made her realize it m
