Don’t you think we should call the vet? I think we should call the vet.” Carson put a hand on Rory’s arm. “Hey, settle down. She’s doing fine.” “You don’t know that!” Rory pulled her arm back, then ran both hands through her hair, making it stand on end. “She’s never done this before. I’ve never done this before. We don’t know what we’re doing. And she’s been in active labor since we got home. Two hours ago! Shouldn’t there be a puppy by now?” “You’re the dog breeder,” Carson said. “You’ve read the books. You tell me.” “Okay.” Rory closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “You’re right. I can do this. It’ll be okay. Oh.” Her eyes flew open. She put a hand lightly on Mistral’s side. “What?” Carson couldn’t see anything different about the dog, still panting and straining. “Here it comes,”
