Normally, he or Rory played midwife, but this baby was refusing to come into the world without some expert help, and they’d had to call in the vet. If the calf, or at least the vet, didn’t hurry things along, he’d be late collecting Emily from his mom’s café. He’d promised her they’d then go shopping for groceries so she could make cupcakes for Shane’s upcoming fundraising event. “Here it comes,” the vet finally announced. Flynn watched the calf exit its mother’s body and fall onto the straw underneath her hind legs. “It’s a girl,” said Dr. Moore. Emily would be pleased because Flynn had told her she’d be in charge of this one. She’d already named it Sharon, assuring her father she knew the cow was having a daughter. He guessed she’d been right. “She okay?” asked Flynn. “Looks fine to me, guess she thought she’d stay somewhere safe and warm just a little longer, and hence didn’t want to leave her mother.” Flynn couldn’t blame her. This morning had been a cold one, and even he’d been reluctant to get out of bed.
