Night had fallen long ago making it hard to see the potholes, even though Jimmy drove slow. A sigh of relief escaped her as they turned in through the ranch gate. “Sorry. I know that was a rough ride, but we’re home now.” “That’s okay. Thank you for the ride and for keeping Aaron occupied.” “No problem. He’s a good kid.” “Thanks. I think he fell asleep, but my ribs hurt and I can’t turn around to check.” Jimmy glanced to where Aaron was sitting. “Yep, he’s sleeping.” He parked the truck close to the front entrance and turned off the engine. “I’ll go unlock the door and be right back.” Her right arm was useless, the cast extending from her wrist to up past her elbow. Coupled with her cracked ribs, she couldn’t even turn sideways to open the truck door. It galled her that she had to wait for a man to open it for her, but then she remembered how considerate he’d been, taking care of a scared little boy when most men, even Aaron’s own father, had avoided that responsibility like the plague.
