His eyes were shadowed by his cowboy hat, but something was wrong—she saw it in the set of his shoulders. “What is it?” She rushed across the kitchen to the door. She placed a hand on the mesh, and Josh raised his to press from the other side. His tension flowed into her, and she peered up to see his eyes, but she still couldn’t read him. He stood in the shade of the wide front porch. “Calf’s coming forward upside down. I need your help.” She glanced down at her jeans and tank top. “Good thing I haven’t gotten dressed for our anniversary dinner yet. Reservations are at six-thirty. Are we going to pull a calf and still make it?” “We’re gonna try.” Josh turned and clomped away. If she didn’t know him inside and out, she’d still interpret his boots thumps. He was more worried than she’d ever seen him. She grabbed her boots and shoved through the screen door, hopping across the porch as she yanked on her footwear.
