It had taken her by complete surprise. Only once before had her fears overwhelmed her to such an uncontrollable point, and that had been years ago when she’d run into Jon Riverton during a visit to Kings Meadow. The loss of the baby had still been fresh, as had Jon’s ugly threats. No, don’t think of that again. Drawing a steadying breath, she rose from the bench and turned toward the entrance of the hospital. She wished she could abandon Buck where he was, leave him to his own resources, but she couldn’t. She’d driven him to Boise. She would have to drive him back home again. But she dreaded what he would say to her. Moving slowly, trying to bring every thought captive—something she worked hard to achieve on a daily basis—she went into the hospital and returned to the delivery wing. Buck was where she’d left him. When he saw her, his eyes filled with compassion. “Are you okay?” “Yes.” “I didn’t know what to think when you—” “I’d rather not talk about it, Buck.
